There are better things than gold.

Aye, faith, the gold on a woman's head, the light in her eye, may be worth many treasure-ships." We went back through the baize door through which he had come.

There was a second door within it which being opened disclosed the picture-gallery; that, being lighted from overhead, had not the gloom of the rest of the house.
I looked around me at the ruffled and periwigged gentlemen, the smiling ladies, who were my ancestors and ancestresses, with interest.
"There is a picture of my grandmother here which I am said to resemble," I said, as I looked down the line of pictures, "though I am ashamed to say that I am thought to resemble her, seeing that she is a great beauty, and is, indeed, beautiful in her old age.

Perhaps I resemble her without possessing any of her beauty." "Ah, Miss Bawn," he said, looking at me roguishly, "'handsome is as handsome does.'" "That is so," I said.

"My grandmother has often told me that if I am good and gentle no one will trouble about my looks." He turned suddenly then and he said in a singularly sweet voice-- "Dear child! dear child!" Then he took my hand as though I had been indeed a child and led me up to the portrait.
"What do you see ?" he asked.
"I never could be like anything so beautiful," I said, with indignation.
"If Gran looked like that she must have been beautiful indeed, and she must have looked like it." The young girl in the portrait was wearing a white satin gown.