Was it a casual suggestion, or was there an actual resemblance between the strokes of the pencil which executed this portrait and that of Clavering?
However that be, the sight of this picture revived the memory of my friend and called up a fugitive suspicion that this was the production of his skill.
I was busily revolving this idea when the lady herself entered.

It was the same whose portrait I had been examining.

She fixed scrutinizing and powerful eyes upon me.

She looked at the superscription of the letter which I presented, and immediately resumed her examination of me.

I was somewhat abashed by the closeness of her observation, and gave tokens of this state of mind which did not pass unobserved.