Two forms are discerned in the background; the foremost reveals the features of Gerald Bereford casting fond glances towards the kneeling figure in the foreground.

Duty wears a smile as she beckons his approach with tokens of deep appreciation.

There still lingers another form.

Whose can it be?
Can we not recognize that face, though indistinct, in the dim outline?
Duty steps between and intercepts our view.

This is the picture from which Lady Rosamond vainly tried to withdraw her thoughts, repeating the consoling words with saddened emphasis: "Everything is ordered for the best.".