"Good! but not quite the thing," I thought, as I surveyed the effect: "they want more force and spirit;" and I wrought the shades blacker, that the lights might flash more brilliantly--a happy touch or two secured success.

There, I had a friend's face under my gaze; and what did it signify that those young ladies turned their backs on me?
I looked at it; I smiled at the speaking likeness: I was absorbed and content.
"Is that a portrait of some one you know ?" asked Eliza, who had approached me unnoticed.

I responded that it was merely a fancy head, and hurried it beneath the other sheets.

Of course, I lied: it was, in fact, a very faithful representation of Mr.Rochester.

But what was that to her, or to any one but myself?
Georgiana also advanced to look.