He is not apt to express his opinion of any one, but there are indirect ways of discovering it.

I found him this morning in the library, standing before that beautiful picture of the Italian flower girl, which you admire so much.

He was so absorbed, that he did not perceive my entrance, till I stole behind him and laid my hand on his shoulder.

'Do you not see a likeness ?' he asked.

'To whom ?' 'To Gabriella.' 'To Gabriella!' I repeated.