"And yet--I have seen her picture." His friend laughed queerly.
"You, George Duncombe, in love with a picture.

Stony-hearted George, we used to call you.

I can't believe it! I can't take you seriously.

It's all rot, you know, isn't it! It must be rot!" "It sounds like it," Duncombe answered quietly.

"Put it this way, if you like.