“Odd,” said Roger with a laugh. “But, I say, what do you think of my den? Isn’t it rather snug?”
“I like one of the pictures,” said Rosalind, pointing to a certain portrait on the mantelpiece.
“I’m awfully glad,” said Roger. “Do you know who it is?”
“No.”
“A brother of mine who died long before I was born.”
Rosalind took the picture in her hands and carried it to the window. The scrutiny lasted some minutes. Then she replaced it on the chimney-piece.
“Well,” said Roger, “do you like him?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Aren’t you a little afraid of him, too?”
“Not a bit. He looks like a hero.”