I forced back another laugh. "Oh, I don't know why he should not have said that to a friend," said I.
"It would depend much on the friend."
I did not know if she had given the opening, deliberately, but I took it.
"Of course, he would say that only to one he felt could understand him."
"You are painting him rather better than you did at first," she observed.
"I'm warming up to the subject."
"Then suppose you tell me what he looks like."
"That," said I, "is to tell his greatest fault."
"I do not understand."
"He looks like me," I explained.