"What does she resemble—Venus, or Rosa Bonheur?"
"Look at her and make up your mind."
"Is she very pretty?"
"I think so. She's thin."
"Then what do you see unusual about her?"
"Everything, I think."
"Everything—he thinks! Oh, my sense of humour!"
"That," said Desboro, "is partly what I count on."
"Have you any remote and asinine notions of educating her and marrying her, and foisting her on your friends? There are a few fools still alive on earth, you know."
"So I've heard. I haven't the remotest idea of marrying her; she is better fitted to educate me than I am her. Not guilty on these two counts. But I had thought of foisting some of my friends on her. You, for example."