your Ladyship allow me to shew you a picture of John?"
"I should like to see it of all things," said Blanche.
"The only fault of it is, that it is not the least like him. John had it done at Macao, by a Chinaman, Chiang Foo, who was supposed to be a good artist; and it was very kind of John to think of it. But considering that he is a stout, florid man with blue eyes and a round face, I don't think Chiang Foo has hit him off quite cleverly," and Mrs. Hopkinson proceeded to justify this assertion by producing the picture of a sallow figure, with half shut black eyes and high cheek bones, standing apparently on nothing, and neither receiving nor casting the slightest shadow. Blanche could not help laughing; but Mrs. Hopkinson looked at it rather sentimentally, and said, "At all events, it was done from John, and the buttons on his coat are all right, and look very natural."
"But I am sure it does not do him justice."
