"He resembles the second!"
"Ah!"
"And he holds in his hand—"
"What does he hold?"
"A pencil, I think; yes, he is an artist."
After a brief pause she resumed,—
"Two of these men will soon disappear, but the worthiest will marry you and you will be a great lady."
A flash of pride illumined Esther's eyes.
"Should your prophesy be realized," she said, "seek me out, and I will give you this ring which you see upon my hand."
"I do not want your ring; give me rather the handkerchief which you hold."