when he rose, a ghastly paleness was on his countenance.emily was hastily retiring; but she saw him turn again to the papers, and she stopped.he took from among them a small case, and from thence a miniature picture.the rays of light fell strongly upon it, and she perceived it to be that of a lady, but not of her mother.
st.aubert gazed earnestly and tenderly upon his portrait, put it to his lips, and then to his heart, and sighed with a convulsive force.
emily could scarcely believe what she saw to be real.she never knew till now that he had a picture of any other lady than her mother, much less that he had one which he evidently valued so highly; but having looked repeatedly, to be certain that it was not the resemblance of madame st.aubert, she became entirely convinced that it was designed for that of some other person.
at length st.aubert returned the picture to its case; and emily, recollecting that she was intruding upon his private sorrows, softly withdrew from the chamber.