He glanced at it, then looked at it closely.

It was a reproduction of Dore's picture of Satan falling from heaven.
"It isn't meant for you surely!" he said.
Conyers laughed and got to his feet.

"It isn't much like me, is it ?" Hugh looked at him uncertainly.

"I never noticed it before.

It might have been you years ago." "Ah, perhaps," said Conyers.