Coup de Foudre When Aylmer Ross got back to the little brown house in Jermyn Street he went to his library, and took from a certain drawer an ivory miniature framed in black.

He looked at it for some time.

It had a sweet, old-fashioned face, with a very high forehead, blue eyes, and dark hair arranged in two festoons of plaits, turned up at the sides.

It represented his mother in the early sixties and he thought it was like Edith.

He had a great devotion and cult for the memory of his mother.
When he was charmed with a woman he always imagined her to be like his mother.
He had never thought this about his wife People had said how extraordinarily Aylmer must have been in love to have married that uninteresting girl, no-one in particular, not pretty and a little second-rate.