"How beautiful she is, Ronald! Tell me about her.

You remember her face exactly; should you remember mine as well ?" It was the first touch of jealousy stirring in the simple, loving heart.
"Far better," said Ronald, with a smile; and then he looked up in alarm, for Dora was weeping wildly, and clinging to him.
"Oh, Ronald!" she said, "for your sake I wish I was like her.

Shall you ever tire of me, or wish you had not married me ?" Ronald soothed and comforted his wife, and did not return to his studio that day, but sat talking to her, telling her how noble and good Valentine Charteris was..