I am not certain if you saw it when you were at Ragnall, but it is a large room, fifty feet long or so though not very broad.

It has two fireplaces, in both of which fires were burning on this night, and it was lit by four standing lamps besides that upon my desk.

Now between these fireplaces, in a kind of niche in the wall, and a little in the shadow because none of the lamps was exactly opposite to it, hung a portrait of my wife which I had caused to be painted by a fashionable artist when first we became engaged." "I remember it," I said.

"Or rather, I remember its existence.

I did not see it because a curtain hung over the picture, which Savage told me you did not wish to be looked at by anybody but yourself.