Unlocking a drawer, She took out a small case, which She opened, and presented to me.
'Do you know the resemblance ?' said She smiling.
It was her own.
Transported at the gift, I pressed the portrait to my lips with passion: I threw myself at her feet, and declared my gratitude in the warmest and most affectionate terms.

She listened to me with complaisance, and assured me that She shared my sentiments: When suddenly She uttered a loud shriek, disengaged the hand which I held, and flew from the room by a door which opened to the Garden.

Amazed at this abrupt departure, I rose hastily from my knees.

I beheld with confusion the Baroness standing near me glowing with jealousy, and almost choaked with rage.

On recovering from her swoon, She had tortured her imagination to discover her concealed Rival.