"Do you see any likeness ?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly.

"Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself.

"How very like it is!" "Not so strange, surely," laughed Thames, "that a picture should resemble the person for whom it's intended." "Ay, but it _is_ strange how much it resembles somebody for whom it's _not_ intended.

It's exactly like a miniature I have in my pocket." "A miniature! Of whom ?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously.

"But, I half suspect, of your father." "My father!" exclaimed Thames, in the utmost astonishment; "let me see it!" "Here it is," returned Jack, producing a small picture in a case set with brilliants.
Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently--judging from his attire--of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own.
"You're right Jack," he said, after a pause, during which he contemplated the picture with the most fixed attention: "this must have been my father!" "No doubt of it," answered Sheppard; "only compare it with Winny's drawing, and you'll find they're as like as two peas in a pod." "Where did you get it ?" inquired Thames.
"From Lady Trafford's, where I took the box." "Surely, you haven't stolen it ?" "Stolen's an awkward word.