I felt heartily ashamed of myself as this new view of the matter dawned on me.

What a wrong I had done to them both in my thoughts! I turned the photograph, sadly and penitently, to examine the portraits again with a kinder and truer appreciation of them.
I naturally looked now for a family likeness between the two faces.
There was no family likeness; on the contrary, they were as unlike each other in form and expression as faces could be.

_Was_ she his sister, after all?
I looked at her hands, as represented in the portrait.

Her right hand was clasped by Eustace; her left hand lay on her lap.

On the third finger, distinctly visible, there was a wedding-ring.