"Yes."
"Is it very like him?"
"Very."
"What a beautiful face! What a reverend head! Did he look like that on the day ... the day he was at Kensal Green?"
"Exactly."
The excitement she laboured under could no longer be controlled, and she lifted the picture to her lips and kissed it. Then catching her breath, and looking up at him with swimming eyes, she laughed through her tears and said:
"That is because he was your friend, and because ... because he loved my little namesake."
David Rossi did not reply, and the silence was too audible, so she said with another nervous laugh:
"Not that I think she deserved such a father. He must have been the best father a girl ever had, but she...."
"She was a child," said David Rossi.