I like it better.' 'But why do you like that better ?' said Caroline, deeming it his wilfulness.
Patrick put out a finger.

'The eyes there don't seem to say, "I'm yours to make a hero of you." But look,' he drew forth from under his waistcoat the miniature, 'what don't they say here! It's a bright day for the Austrian capital that has her by the river Danube.

Yours has a landscape; I've made acquaintance with the country, I caught the print of it on my ride yesterday; and those are your mountains.

But mine has her all to herself while she's thinking undisturbed in her boudoir.
I have her and her thoughts; that's next to her soul.

I've an idea it ought to be given to Philip.' He craned his head round to woo some shadow of assent to the daring suggestion.