But the Perseus was different; he wore the face of M.Raoul himself.

And beneath the throat of the nymph on the right, half concealed in the folds about her bosom, hung a locket--a small enamelled heart, edged with brilliants.

Just such a trinket--a brooch--had pinned the collar of her close habit three days before, when she and M.Raoul had stood together discussing the panel.

It was a legacy from her mother.
Hastily she put out a hand and drew the edge of the orange curtain over nymph and locket.
Soon after supper Endymion Westcote informed his sister that it was hopeless to think of returning to Bayfield.

The barouche would convey her back to the Town House; but already the snow lay a foot and a half deep, and was still falling.