"You didn't see anybody but Cousin Philip before I arrived.

Tell me, Lucy--tell me at once." Mrs.Friend kept a smiling silence for a minute.

At last she said--"Lord Buntingford showed me a portrait of you before you arrived." "A portrait of me?
There isn't one in the house! Lucy, you deceiver, what do you mean ?" "I was taken to see one in the hall." A sudden light dawned on Helena.
"The Romney?
No! And I've been showing it to everybody as the loveliest thing going!" "There--you see!" Helena's face composed itself.
"I don't know why I should be flattered.

She was a horrid minx.

That no doubt was what the likeness consisted in!" Mrs.Friend laughed, but said nothing.