Knowing she was in favor with his mistress, he conducted her to the sitting-room, where the portraits hung.

Those roguish eyes of the lady, who somewhat resembled her mother, were fixed on her again.

She was sure that her mother did not look like that picture then, but she was equally sure that she had, some time or other cast just such a glance at her.

The expression of the lady found something like its counterpart in her memory.

Now, her mother was sick and sad; she seldom smiled.