She'll learn that soon enough.

What's this ?" he added, glancing at a picture on the wall.
"Her miniature! It must be; for it answers exactly to Pillichody's description.

A sparkling brunette, with raven hair, and eyes of night.

I am on fire to behold her: but I must proceed with prudence, or I may ruin all.

Is there nothing of Disbrowe's that I could put on for the nonce?
'Fore Heaven! the very thing I want!" The exclamation was occasioned by his observing a loose silken robe lying across a chair.