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As Miriam gave utterance to these words, Hilda looked from the picture into her face, and was startled to observe that her friend's expression had become almost exactly that of the pottrait; as if her passionate wish and struggle to penetrate poor Beatrice's mystery had been successful.

"O, for Heaven's sake, Miriam, do not look so!" she cried."What an actress you are! And I never guessed it before.Ah! now you are yourself again!" she added, kissing her."Leave Beatrice to me in future.""Cover up your magical picture, then," replied her friend, "else I never can look away from it.It is strange, dear Hilda, how an innocent, delicate, white soul like yours has been able to seize the subtle mystery of this portrait; as you surely must, in order to reproduce it so perfectly.Well; we will not talk of it any more.Do you know, I have come to you this morning on a small matter of business.Will you undertake it for me?""O, certainly," said Hilda, laughing; "if you choose to trust me with business.""Nay, it is not a matter of any difficulty," answered Miriam; "merely to take charge of this packet, and keep it for me awhile.""But why not keep it yourself?"asked Hilda.

"Partly because it will be safer in your charge," said her friend."I am a careless sort of person in ordinary things; while you, for all you dwell so high above the world, have certain little housewifely ways of accuracy and order.The packet is of some slight importance; and yet, it may be, I shall not ask you for it again.In a week or two, you know, I am leaving Rome.You, setting at defiance the malarial fever, mean to stay here and haunt your beloved galleries through the summer.Now, four months hence, unless you hear more from me, I would have you deliver the packet according to its address."Hilda read the direction; it was to Signore Luca Barboni, at the Plazzo Cenci, third piano.

"I will deliver it with my own hand," said she, "precisely four monthsfrom to-day, unless you bid me to the contrary.Perhaps I shall meet the ghost of Beatrice in that grim old palace of her forefathers.""In that case," rejoined Miriam, "do not fail to speak to her, and try to win her confidence.Poor thing! she would be all the better for pouring her heart out freely, and would be glad to do it, if she were sure of sympathy.It irks my brain and heart to think of her, all shut up within herself." She withdrew the cloth that Hilda had drawn over the picture, and took another long look at it."Poor sister Beatrice! for she was still a woman, Hilda, still a sister, be her sin or sorrow what they might.How well you have done it, Hilda! I knot not whether Guido will thank you, or be jealous ofyour rivalship."

"Jealous, indeed!" exclaimed Hilda."If Guido had not wrought through me, my pains would have been thrown away.""After all," resumed Miriam, "if a woman had painted the original picture, there might have been something in it which we miss now.I have a great mind to undertake a copy myself; and try to give it what it lacks.Well; goodby.But, stay! I am going for a little airing to the grounds of the Villa Borghese this afternoon.You will think it very foolish, but I always feel the safer in your company, Hilda, slender little maiden as you are. Will you come?""Ah, not to-day, dearest Miriam," she replied; "I have set my heart on giving another touch or two to this picture, and shall not stir abroad till nearly sunset.""Farewell, then," said her visitor."I leave you in your dove-cote.What a sweet, strange life you lead here; conversing with the souls of the old masters, feeding and fondling your sister doves, and trimming the Virgin's lamp! Hilda, do you ever pray to the Virgin while you tend her shrine?""Sometimes I have been moved to do so," replied the Dove, blushing, and lowering her eyes; "she was a woman once.Do you think it would be wrong?""Nay, that is for you to judge," said Miriam; "but when you pray next, dear friend, remember me!"She went down the long descent of the lower staircase, and just as she reached the street the flock of doves again took their hurried flight from the pavement to the topmost window.She threw her eyes upward and beheld them hovering about Hilda's head; for, after her friend's departure, the girl had been more impressed than before by something very sad and troubled in her manner.She was, therefore, leaning forth from her airy abode, and flinging down a kind, maidenly kiss, and a gesture of farewell, in the hope that these might alight upon Miriam's heart, and comfort its unknown sorrow a little.Kenyon the sculptor, who chanced to be passing the head of the street, took note of that ethereal kiss, and wished that he could have caught it in the air and got Hilda's leave to keep it.