and those deep blue eyes are exactly like little Frank's—the round, dimpled, soft chin, too——"

"Knowing your sister was out," said a voice behind her, "I came here to ask you——. What have you got that you want to hide, Isabella?"

"The likeness of a very beautiful woman, which is also a likeness of our sweet Frank. I do not want to conceal it from you, Glentworth, beyond two minutes; nor can I tell you whose it is, as I have not read a single line of that parcel of papers from which I have this moment drawn it; but I hold it from you, because I think it will be of great, perhaps overpowering, interest to you."

"How comes the parcel here?—I suppose it is from Riccardini?"

"Oh, no, it is from Marseilles. I think I know the lady who has sent it, and I stepped into this room to ask Mary whether I had better mention the receiving this pacquet to you before I opened it? she thought I ought not; she said, 'though a married woman ought to have no secret of her own, she had no right to divulge another’s.'"

"She is always right; pray do as you think proper in the matter; if it is not Margarita's portrait, it is nothing to me, unless, indeed, it should be one of yourself, which it is natural enough to suppose a little like Frank."

"I shall neyer be so fair and sweet a thing as