I'll form a solemn, committee of your friends--your real friends--and we'll come some day and exact an oath from you, individually and collectively.

That will be much more impressive.

I must go now," she went on reproachfully, "and you have shown me nothing that you've brought back with you.

Is there anything here ?" In her anxiety to put space between them she bad walked to the furthest and untidiest corner of the room, where half a dozen canvases leaned with their faces to the wall.
Kendal watched her, tilt them forward one after another with a kind or sick impotence.
"Absolutely nothing!" he cried.
But it was too late--she had paused in her running commentary on the pictures, she was standing looking, absolutely silent, at the last but one.

She had come upon it--she had found it--his sketch of the scene in Lady Halifax's drawing-room.
"Oh yes, there is something!" she said at last, carefully drawing it out and holding it at arm's length.