"Is it enough for me to say so ?" "Much more than I like to hear you say, Lady Ogram," answered Constance, hastening to place a chair for her.

"I have been afraid that something had happened which troubled you." "Nothing at all.

The contrary.

Look at that photo, and tell me what you think of it." It was the portrait of a girl with features finely outlined, but rather weak in expression; a face pleasant to look upon, and at the first glance possessing a quality of distinction, which tended however to fade as the eye searched for its constituents, and to lose itself in an ordinary prettiness.
"I was going to say," began Constance, "that it seemed to remind me of--" She hesitated.
"Well?
Of what ?" "Of your own portrait in the dining-room.

Yes, I think there is a resemblance, though far-away." Lady Ogram smiled with pleasure.