No. He was always too near me for the need of writing, the more’s the shame.
Hugh Murray.
Have you his portrait—a photograph?
Janet Preece.
He always meant me too much ill to give me a portrait.
Hugh Murray.
Describe him.
Janet Preece.
A man about your age, sir, I should guess, but with a boy’s voice when he speaks to women. I—I—I can’t describe him.
Hugh Murray.