her eyes, grown pale with suffering.

"Ah, how horrid!" he said to himself, looking up once more at the

half-naked woman, with the splendid marble shoulders and arms,

and the triumphant smile on her lips. "Oh, how horrid!" The bared

shoulders of the portrait reminded him of another, a young woman,

whom he had seen exposed in the same way a few days before. It

was Missy, who had devised an excuse for calling him into her

room just as she was ready to go to a ball, so that he should see