"Pretty, isn't it ?" They both looked at it--he, without distraction--she, with eyes wandering covertly backwards and forwards to his face.

Of course, she admitted its charm.

Could she do otherwise?
He poured the hot water into the strainer over the coffeepot, then shutting the lid, he laid the kettle back in the grate and walked across to the miniature, looking long and closely into it.

Sally watched him, nostrils slightly distended, lips tightly pressed.

In that moment an unwarranted jealousy almost charred her softer feelings with its burning breath.
"There are a good many points in it, you know," he said, turning round, "that bear a strong resemblance to you." "Oh, but she's very pretty," said Sally.
"And you're not ?" He came back to the fireplace; stood there, taking regard of every one of her features with no attempt to conceal the direction of his eyes.