The other features were exquisitely moulded, and suffused with an airy, girlish grace, so innocent that the look became almost a pathetic appeal against the inevitable griefs of life.
As Mrs.Simcoe stood looking at it and at the miniature she held, the sadness which had followed the sweetness died away, and her face resumed the old rigid inscrutability.

She held the miniature straight before her, and directly under the portrait; and, as she looked, the apparent pride of the one and the tremulous earnestness of the other indescribably blended into an expression which had been long familiar to her, for it was the look of Hope Wayne.
While she thus stood, unconscious of the time that passed, the sun had set and the room was darkening.

Suddenly she heard a sound close at her side, and started.

Her hand instinctively closed over the miniature and concealed it.
There stood a man kindly regarding her.

He was not an old man, but there was a touch of quaintness in his appearance.