CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FOURTH.
He sees Lucilla THE first impression which poor Miss Finch produced on Nugent Dubourg, was precisely the same as the first impression which she had produced on me.
"Good Heavens!" he cried.

"The Dresden Madonna! The Virgin of San Sisto!" Lucilla had already heard from me of her extraordinary resemblance to the chief figure in Raphael's renowned picture.

Nugent's blunt outburst of recognition passed unnoticed by her.

She stopped short, in the middle of the room--startled, the instant he spoke, by the extraordinary similarity of his tone and accent to the tone and accent of his brother's voice.
"Oscar," she asked nervously, "are you behind me?
or in front of me ?" Oscar laughed, and answered "Here!"-- speaking behind her.

She turned her head towards the place in front of her, from which Nugent had spoken.
"Your voice is wonderfully like Oscar's," she said, addressing him timidly.