But Diana's face is so noble, and her glance so tenderly earnest, that it would surely rouse him if he were not dead." "Dead!" returned Arthur; "why you know he is only sleeping." "No, no," said Lawrence, gently, "dead; utterly dead--to her.

If he were not, it would be simply impossible not to awake and love her.

Who's that old gentleman on the wall over there ?" Lawrence Newt asked the same question of all the portraits so persistently that Arthur could not return to his Diana.

When he had satisfied his curiosity--a curiosity which he had never shown before--the merchant rose and said good-by.
"Stop, stop!" Lawrence Newt turned, with his hand upon the door.
"You like my picture--" "Immensely.

But if she looks forever she'll never waken him.