The image reflected from the mirror is but a cold, faint shadow of the living, breathing soul.

But why this deep confusion,--that averted face and downcast eye?
Have I offended by my intrusion?
Do you wish me to withdraw, and yield to you the privilege of solitary admiration ?" "It is I who am the intruder," I answered, looking wistfully towards the door, through which I was tempted to rush at once.

"I thought you had not risen,--I thought,--I came"-- "And why did you come at this hour, Gabriella?
and what has caused such excessive embarrassment?
Will you not be ingenuous enough to tell me ?" "I will," answered I, calmed by the gentle composure of his manner, "if you will assert that you do not know already." "I do not _know_, but I can _imagine_.

Edith has betrayed my admiration of that picture.

You came to justify my taste, and to establish beyond a doubt the truth of the likeness." "No, indeed! I did not; I cannot explain the impulse which led me hither.