Miss Agnes Darling was a married woman, then, and, childish as she looked, had been so for two years.
What were her reasons for denying it, and where was Henry Darling--dead or deserted?
She look at the pictured face again.

Very good-looking, but very youthful and irresolute.

Whom had she ever seen that looked like that?
Some one, surely, for it was as familiar as her own in the glass; but who, or where, or when, was all densest mystery.
There was an uneasy movement of the sleeper.

Grace, feeling guilty, put back hastily the tress of hair--his, no doubt--the ring--a wedding-ring, of course--and the marriage certificate.

She closed the locket, and laid it back on the fluttering heart.