It is always the wild and wicked men who attract us." "Oh, but that's a libel, surely," said Celia.

"No; I think you are right.

But how foolish of us, if it is true." She turned away and went towards the great fireplace where the logs were now burning; but after a moment or two, as she stood with her foot on the fender, she looked again over her shoulder at the picture.
"It is very strange," she said, "but I have a curious feeling that I have seen someone very like--no, not very like, but bearing a faint likeness to that portrait." "Yes, my dear?
One often has that feeling when looking at a portrait.
Can't you remember who it was ?" "No," said Celia, "I've been trying to think; but I can't remember ever meeting anyone resembling that face.

I suppose it is only my fancy." "I dare say," assented Mrs.Dexter.

"You will dine at the usual hour, eight o'clock, I suppose?
I am going to have your dinner served in the little room behind the library.