So sweet it was, so gentle, so full of spiritual light, that I felt I could worship the owner of such a face.
Then I noticed the grand-ducal crown in diamonds at the top of the miniature, and it came to me that this was the portrait of the lady Anthony Cardew had served with a passionate devotion.

No wonder I felt aflame for her, although I was only a girl; and I thought that so Mary Stuart must have looked to have left love of her alive in the world to this day.
I thought of how much the loss must have meant to Anthony Cardew, and cast wildly about in my mind for any means of letting him know that it was safe.

But I could find none; and I could only hope that presently I should learn his whereabouts.

I put the miniature into my breast for greater safety, and felt it warm there, as though a heart had been alive in it..