With the last in his hand, Mr.
Parmalee paused, and the first change Sybilla had ever seen cross his face crossed it then.
"This one I prize most of all," he said, speaking slowly and distinctly, and looking furtively at my lady.

"This lady's story was the saddest story I ever beard." Sybilla looked eagerly across the baronet's shoulder for a second.

It was a lovely face, pure and child-like, with great, innocent blue eyes and wavy brown hair--the face of a girl of sixteen.
"It is very pretty," the baronet said, carelessly, and passed it to his wife.
Lady Kingsland took it quite carelessly.

The next instant she had turned sharply around and looked Mr.Parmalee full in the face.
The American had evidently expected it, for he had glanced away abruptly, and begun hustling his pictures back into his portfolio.
Sybilla could see he was flushed dark red.

She turned to my lady.