He had done it (he had pleaded) on a sudden impulse--to be a reminder of one kind glance which had brightened his exile.

'No one but she was in the least likely to recognise the trinket; in any case he would paint it out at the first opportunity.

And Dorothea had forgiven him.

She herself had a great capacity for gratitude, and understood the feeling far too thoroughly to believe for an instant that M.Raoul could be mightily grateful for anything she had said or done.

No; whatever the feeling which impels a young gentleman to secrete some little private reminder of its object, it is not gratitude; and Dorothea rejoiced inwardly that it was not.