Madame Varrillat passed it to Jean Thompson.
"_Ouala so popa_," said Madame Delphine.

"That is her father." It went from one to another, exciting admiration and murmured praise.
"She is the image of him," said Madame Thompson, in an austere undertone, returning it to her husband.
Doctor Varrillat was watching Madame Delphine.

She was very pale.

She had passed a trembling hand into a pocket of her skirt, and now drew out another picture, in a case the counterpart of the first.

He reached out for it, and she handed it to him.