"Here is a Cosway, and, unless I very much mistake, a Plimer,--and an Engleheart." Lady Mary unlocked the cabinet with pretty eagerness, and put a small morocco case into his hands.
"Then here is something you will like to see." For a moment John did not understand.

He glanced quickly from the row of tiny, pearl-framed, old-world portraits, of handsome nobles and rose-tinted court dames, to the very indifferent modern miniature he held.
The portrait of a schoolboy,--an Eton boy with a long nose and small, grey eyes, and an expression distinctly rather sulky and lowering than open or pleasing.

Not a stupid face, however, by any means.
"It is my boy--Peter," said Lady Mary, softly.
To her the face was something more than beautiful.

She looked up at John with a happy certainty of his interest in her son.
"Here he is again, when he was younger.

He was a pretty little fellow then, as you see." "Very pretty.