"What an actress you are! And I never guessed it before.

Ah! now you are yourself again!" she added, kissing her.

"Leave Beatrice to me in future." "Cover up your magical picture, then," replied her friend, "else I never can look away from it.

It is strange, dear Hilda, how an innocent, delicate, white soul like yours has been able to seize the subtle mystery of this portrait; as you surely must, in order to reproduce it so perfectly.

Well; we will not talk of it any more.