“Just stand still a moment—”
She obeyed automatically.
“Yes—quite astonishing. Do you mind taking off your hat?”
Rose, surprised, took it off obediently.
“Yes—I thought so—I just wanted to make sure. And look—have you noticed—”
He began to make odd swift passes with his hand over the face in the picture, measuring it, looking from it to her.
Rose’s surprise became amusement, and she could not help smiling. “Have you come to compare me with my original?” she asked.
“You do see how extraordinarily alike—”
“I didn’t know I looked so solemn.”
“You don’t. Not now. You did a minute ago, quite as solemn. Oh yes—how do you do,” he finished suddenly, noticing her outstretched hand. And he laughed and shook it, flushing—a trick of his—to the roots of his fair hair.