She was painted in the manner of the period, with a lamb beside her which she had wreathed with roses; and she stood in a flowery meadow.

She had an armful of roses like Flora's self, and as she stood one or two escaped and fell down her dress.

She had the long neck which has come to me, a beautiful small head, golden hair, warm fair colouring and violet eyes.
"I never could be like it," I said again.
Captain Cardew smiled.

I saw him take the miniature from his pocket and look at it and again at the portrait as though he compared them.
"You see the likeness, do you not ?" he asked.
"Yes, there is a likeness," I acknowledged.
"I came here to feast my eyes upon it," he said.

"I was frantic at the loss of the miniature.