He repossessed himself of the miniature, now again in Frances' hand, and put it away.
"What do you think of it?" he asked of my wife, as he buttoned his coat over it.
"I am sure Lucia once wore chains and broke them," was the strange answer. "I do not mean matrimonial chains," she added, correcting herself, as if she feared misinterpretation, "but social chains of some sort. The face is that of one who has made an effort, and a successful and triumphant effort, to wrest some vigorous and valued faculty from insupportable constraint; and when Lucia's faculty got free, I am certain it spread wide pinions and carried her higher than—" she hesitated.
"Than what?" demanded Hunsden.
"Than 'les convenances' permitted you to follow."
"I think you grow spiteful—impertinent."
"Lucia has trodden the stage," continued Frances. "You never seriously thought of
