It is foolish.

You and I are friends, Basil, and we must always remain so." "You have got Harry," said the painter sadly.
"Oh, Harry!" cried the lad, with a ripple of laughter.

"Harry spends his days in saying what is incredible and his evenings in doing what is improbable.

Just the sort of life I would like to lead.

But still I don't think I would go to Harry if I were in trouble.