"Anything I can do, you know--" he rose as though to take his leave.

"Excuse me, but may I look at that picture?
Andrea del Sarto?
Yes, I thought so--wonderful--upon my word, in a cottage in Billingsfield.

Where did you find it ?" "It was my husband's," said Mrs.Goddard.
"Ah--ah, yes," said the squire in a subdued tone.

"I beg your pardon," he added, as people often do, unconsciously, when they fancy they have accidentally roused in another a painful train of thought.

Then he turned to go.