How has it come to pass that these portraits have returned to their old nails on walls which they seemed to have abandoned forever?
The listless youth rose from the table, walked slowly about the room, stopped, looked mournfully at the portraits, recommenced his walk, and approached an antique casket placed on a bracket in the corner.

He opened it with apparent indifference and took out some simple jewelry,--a pair of ear-rings and a coral necklace.

He gazed long at these objects as he held them in his hand; a few tears fell on them, a deep sigh escaped from his bosom, and he then replaced the jewels in their casket.
Quitting the room, he descended to the court.

Waiters and servant-maids saluted as he passed: he acknowledged their civility by a silent nod and went forth to the most secluded parts of the garden.

Stopping at the foot of a wild chestnut-tree, he threw himself on the ground, where he sat long in moody reverie until aroused by the ringing voice of Bess, who approached him with a book in her hand:-- "Here, sir, is a book which Mademoiselle Lenora used to read.