The first thing that met his glance was a photograph of Rosalind that he had intended to have framed, propped up against a mirror on his dresser.

He looked at it unmoved.

After the vivid mental pictures of her that were his portion at present, the portrait was curiously unreal.

He went back into the study.
"Got a cardboard box ?" "No," answered Tom, puzzled.

"Why should I have?
Oh, yes--there may be one in Alec's room." Eventually Amory found what he was looking for and, returning to his dresser, opened a drawer full of letters, notes, part of a chain, two little handkerchiefs, and some snap-shots.