It is the picture of his mother before she married; she died in giving him birth." Evelyn sighed; how well she understood the sentiment which seemed to Caroline so eccentric! The countenance fascinated her; the eye seemed to follow her as she turned.
"As a proper pendant to this picture," said Caroline, "he ought to have dismissed the effigies of yon warlike gentleman, and replaced it by one of poor Lady Florence Lascelles, for whose loss he is said to have quitted his country: but, perhaps, it was the loss of her fortune." "How can you say so ?--fie!" cried Evelyn, with a burst of generous indignation.
"Ah, my dear, you heiresses have a fellow-feeling with each other! Nevertheless, clever men are less sentimental than we deem them.

Heigho! this quiet room gives me the spleen, I fancy." "Dearest Evy," whispered Cecilia, "I think you have a look of that pretty picture, only you are much prettier.

Do take off your bonnet; your hair just falls down like hers." Evelyn shook her head gravely; but the spoiled child hastily untied the ribbons and snatched away the hat, and Evelyn's sunny ringlets fell down in beautiful disorder.

There was no resemblance between Evelyn and the portrait, except in the colour of the hair, and the careless fashion it now by chance assumed.

Yet Evelyn was pleased to think that a likeness did exist, though Caroline declared it was a most unflattering compliment.
"I don't wonder," said the latter, changing the theme,--"I don't wonder Mr.Maltravers lives so little in this 'Castle Dull;' yet it might be much improved.