The glow of her features attested the truth. He continued:
“Wouldst thou be happy to wander the wide world over by my side, to revel in the gayeties of Paris, to stand amid the awful ruins of Athens and Palmyra, to tread the hallowed spots of Palestine, and bask in the sunny skies of Italy?”
“With thee and honor, anywhere.”
“Ella, thou hast a picture; let me see it? Who gave it thee?”
“My mother.”
“When?—dost thou remember?”
“Yes, when I was a tiny child. She gave it in my hands and said it was all I had from my dear father but his name.”
“Thou hast his name. Dost thou know, Ella, who this is?”
“I never knew.”
“I know. I have seen her: she is living yet, and bears but a slight resemblance now to this young face.”