Verty followed the look of Mr. Rushton; and gazed upon the picture.
"It is very lovely," he said, softly; "I never saw a sweeter face."
The lawyer's breast heaved.
"And what ringlets—I believe they call 'em," continued Verty, absorbed in contemplating the portrait;—"I love the pretty little thing already, sir."
Mr. Rushton sat down in the chair, which Verty had abandoned, and covered his face.
"Did you know her?—but oh, I forgot!—how wrong in me!" murmured
Verty; "I did not think that she might be—Mr. Rushton—forgive my—"
The lawyer, with his face still covered, motioned toward the door.
"Must I go, sir?"
"Yes—go," came from the lips which uttered a groan—a groan of such anguish, that Verty almost groaned in unison.
And murmuring "Anna! Anna!" the lawyer shook.