“This is for you. Oh! try it around your throat. Please do. It will look so lovely on your white throat.”
Roma kissed the child, took the necklace, and clasped it around her neck.
“There! It just suits you! Don’t it? It is blue, like your eyes. But your eyes are darker. Mamma said I might give you this,” said Owlet in delight.
Meanwhile, Madame Marguerite was opening the little case.
“Here,” she said, “I want you to look at the picture of my husband. See how handsome he was!”
Roma took the miniature, which was in the form of a locket, and set around with a circle of pearls of the purest quality.
But as soon as her eyes fell upon the pictured face it took all her great self-control to keep still.
“Is he not handsome?” inquired Madame Marguerite.
“Many people might think so,” answered Roma.
“Don’t you think so?” asked the widow, with a little tone of disappointment.