I thought he had but traced the outline of my features, whereas the head was almost completed.

I looked at it as I would look at the portrait of a stranger.

It was a wistful, sad-eyed, plaintive face, and on the pale gold of the hair rested a coronal of lilies.
"It will soon be finished," said Cellini, covering the easel again; "I shall not need another sitting, which is fortunate, as it is so necessary for you to go away.

And now will you look at the 'Life and Death' once more ?" I raised my eyes to the grand picture, unveiled that day in all its beauty.
"The face of the Life-Angel there," went on Cellini quietly, "is a poor and feeble resemblance of the One I love.

You knew I was betrothed, mademoiselle ?" I felt confused, and was endeavouring to find an answer to this when he continued: "Do not trouble to explain, for _I_ know how YOU knew.