As I did so, I was struck with the distance with which the picture stood out from the wall, and thought to myself that the awkwardness of the framing came near marring the beauty of this otherwise lovely work of art.

As for the likeness I was in search of, I found it or thought I did, in the expression of the eyes which were of the same color as Mr.Blake's but more full and passionate; and satisfied that I had exhausted all the picture could tell me, I turned to make what other observations I could, when I was startled by confronting the agitated countenance of Mrs.Daniels who had entered behind me.
"This is Mr.Blake's room," said she with dignity; "no one ever intrudes here but myself, not even the servants." "I beg pardon," said I, glancing around in vain for the something which had awakened that look of satisfaction in Mr.Gryce's eyes.

"I was attracted by the beauty of this picture visible through the half open door and stepped in to favor myself with a nearer view.

It is very lovely.

A sister of Mr.Blake ?" "No, his cousin;" and she closed the door after us with an emphasis that proclaimed she was anything but pleased.
It was my last effort to obtain information on my own account.