'Yes: that letter,' she said.

'I am persecuted! If I had been one of these it would never have been written.' She tapped the alabaster effigy of a recumbent lady with her parasol.
'They are interesting, are they not ?' he said.

'She is beautifully preserved.

The gilding is nearly gone, but beyond that she is perfect.' 'She is like Charlotte,' said Paula.

And what was much like another sigh escaped her lips.
Somerset admitted that there was a resemblance, while Paula drew her forefinger across the marble face of the effigy, and at length took out her handkerchief, and began wiping the dust from the hollows of the features.