No matter; let us talk of something pleasanter." One day she gave him a clew.

They were looking at the picture of a great statesman,--a man as famous for the grandeur of face and form as for the power and splendor of his intellect.
"Unequalled! unapproachable!" exclaimed Surrey, at last.
"I have seen its equal," she answered, very quietly, yet with a shiver of excitement in the tones.
"When?
where?
how?
I will take a journey to look at him.

Who is he?
where did he grow ?" For response she put her hand into the pocket of her gown, and took out a velvet case.

What could there be in that little blue thing to cause such emotion?
As Surrey saw it in her hand, he grew hot, then cold, then fiery hot again.

In an instant by this chill, this heat, this pain, his heart was laid bare to his own inspection.