A. T. Quiller-Couch

“ Mr. Smithers, who had spent much time in rehearsing this little speech, handed up Photograph No. 1; and Sir Felix adjusted his spectacles.
“Villainous!” he exclaimed, recoiling.
The Canon and the Admiral bent over it together.
“Most repulsive!” said the Admiral.
“Here indeed”—the Canon was more impressive—“here indeed is an object-lesson in the effects of crime. Is it possible that man's passions can degrade his divinely inherited features to this? Were it not altogether too horrible, I would have this picture framed and glazed and hung up in every cottage home in the land!” ”

“ His patience with the recalcitrant prisoners delighted the Admiral, who more than once assured his wife that Smithers was an intelligent fellow and quite an artist in his way.
“I wonder how he manages it,” said Mrs. Trewbody: “he told baby last autumn that a little bird would fly out of the camera when he took off the cap; and every one allows that the result is most lifelike. ”

“ Sir Felix studied No. 3.
“This appears to me a very ordinary photograph. Without being positively displeasing, the face is one you might pass in the street any day, and forget.”
“I hope it suggests no—no well-known features?” put in the Canon nervously.
“None at all, I think; but see for yourself. To me it seems—although hazy, of course—the kind of thing the Home Office might find helpful.”
“It is less distinct than the others” (the Admiral pulled his whiskers) , “and for that reason the more obviously composite; which is what we are required to furnish. ”