"I've been wondering how you managed to get a likeness of her on the back of an envelope," said Leslie sarcastically. "Must have had a good long look at her, my boy. It isn't a snap-shot, you know."
Booth flushed. "It is an impression, that's all. I drew it from memory, 'pon my soul."
"She'll be immensely gratified, I'm sure."
"For heaven's sake, Les, don't be such a fool as to show her the thing," cried Booth in consternation. "She'd never understand."
"Oh, you needn't worry. She has a fine sense of humour."
Booth didn't know whether to laugh or scowl. He compromised with himself by slipping his arm through that of his friend and saying heartily:
"I wish you the best of luck, old boy."
"Thanks," said Leslie drily.