_"Sister Rose!"_ she sighed to herself; then, looking up again at me, said, "I should like it put into my portrait, sir, because I have always worn it since I was a young woman, for 'Sister Rose's' sake." The sudden change in her manner, from the extreme of flighty gayety to the extreme of quiet sadness, would have looked theatrical in a woman of any other nation.

It seemed, however, perfectly natural and appropriate in her.

I went back to my drawing, rather perplexed.

Who was "Sister Rose"?
Not one of the Lanfray family, apparently.

The composure of the young ladies when the name was mentioned showed plainly enough that the original of the miniature had been no relation of theirs.
I tried to stifle my curiosity on the subject of Sister Rose, by giving myself entirely to my work.