In the impulse of a desire to look into the face of the first John Wingfield in the light of all he now knew, Jack went downstairs, and in the silence of the house drank in the portrait again.

New York saw little of Mrs. Wingfield after Jack's birth.

"Pardon me for staring at you, but the resemblance to Jack Wingfield at first sight is most striking," he added.

Leonard descried Wingfield near one of the barns, and hailing him, he immediately came forward.

Unconsciously he had leaned forward toward the Doge in his intensity, and his attitude had become that of the Wingfield of the portrait.