Beside him lay two miniature cases open; one of them was the case which Eustace had received from his sister's hand on the afternoon before her death, and both of them contained identical portraits of Marie in her first brilliant womanhood.
'Do you remember them ?' Paul said in his husky Voice, pointing them out to him.

'They were done when you were at college and she was twenty-three.

Your mother had two taken--one for herself and one for your old aunt Marion.

Your mother left me hers when she died, and your aunt's copy of it came back to us last year.

Tell Miss Bretherton its history.
She will prize it.