"Stuff! Methinks I hear a duck abjure natation. You can't help inventing."
"I will help it. What, do you think I'll be such an ass as to have Brains in a country where Brains are a crime? Doctor, I'm in despair."
"Then it is time to cast your eyes over this little picture."
The inventor turned the little picture listlessly about. "It is a woman, with an anchor. It's a figure of Hope."
"Beautifully painted, is it not?"
"The tints are well laid on: but, if you'll excuse me, it is rather flat." He laid the picture down, and turned away from it. "Ah, Hope, my lass, you've come to the wrong shop."
"Not she. She was painted expressly for you, and by a very beautiful girl."
"Ah!" And he caught Hope up, and began to devour her with kisses, and his eyes sparkled finely.