The naive glances of the youthful pair expressed their mutual astonishment.

Marguerite and Emmanuel had no doubt seen each other in their dreams.

Both lowered their eyes and raised them again with one impulse; each, by the action, made the same avowal.

Marguerite took her mother's arm, and spoke to her to cover her confusion and find shelter under the maternal wing, turning her neck with a swan-like motion to keep sight of Emmanuel, who still supported his uncle on his arm.

The light was cleverly arranged to give due value to the pictures, and the half-obscurity of the gallery encouraged those furtive glances which are the joy of timid natures.