"God forestalled me there," protested P. Sybarite piously. "Inscrutable!"
Impatiently brushing aside this incoherent observation, George slapped the folded paper resoundingly in the palm of his hand.
"Then this here don't mean nothin' to you?"
"To me—nothing, as you say."
"You ain't dropped to the resemblance between Molly Lessing and Marian Blessington?"
"Between Miss Lessing and that portrait?" asked P. Sybarite scornfully.
"Why, they're dead ringers for each other. Any one what can't see that's blind."
"But I'm not blind."
"Well, then you gotta admit they look alike as twins—"
"But I've known twins who didn't look alike," said P.S.