"There's only one besides what you've seen--my granddaughter--and she had just gone off as you came in, sir."
He looked at her as she was crossing in front of him, and saw that she was wearing the brooch which he had given her when he came back from Oxford. That sent all the blood to his head again, and he was saying, before he was aware of it--
"Do you know, landlady, I've slept in this house before?"
"It must have been a long time ago then--I don't remember you."
"It was a long time ago. That," pointing to the portrait of Anna on the wall, "that is a portrait of yourself, isn't it?"
"It used to be, but I was younger when it was like me, sir."
A sudden softening came into his voice as he replied, "It was exactly like you when I saw you last, landlady."
"Then you've not been here for ten years at least, sir."
"Quite ten years," he answered. "And that," pointing to the portrait of the Governor, "is a portrait of your husband."
"It must be more than ten years since you were here, sir, for my husband is more than twelve years in his grave."