When the box was opened, it was found to contain a large picture, enveloped in a cloth.

This was removed and placed against the wall, and the servants retired with the box.

The baron, with unsteady hands, and a heart beating rapidly, commenced removing the cloth that still held the picture from view.

In a few moments a family group was before him.

There sat Nina, his lovely, loving and beloved child, as perfect, almost, as if the blood were glowing in her veins.