'The same?' said Caroline.

'As this.' He tapped on the left side. She did not understand it at all.

'The bit of work done in Vienna,' said he.

She blushed. 'Do you admire that so much?'

'I do.'

'We consider it not to be compared to this.'

'Perhaps not. I like it better.'

'But why do you like that better?' said Caroline, deeming it his
wilfulness.

Patrick put out a finger. 'The eyes there don't seem to say, "I'm yours
to make a hero of you." But look,' he drew forth from under his
waistcoat the miniature, 'what don't they say here! It's a bright day
for the Austrian capital that has her by the river Danube. Yours has a
landscape; I've made acquaintance with the country, I caught the print of
it on my ride yesterday; and those are your mountains. But mine has her
all to herself while she's thinking undisturbed in her boudoir. I have
her and her thoughts; that's next to her soul. I've an idea it ought to
be given to Philip.' He craned his head round to woo some shadow of
assent to the daring suggestion. 'Just to break the shock 'twill be to
my brother, Miss Adister. If I could hand him this, and say, "Keep it,
for you'll get nothing more of her; and that's worth a kingdom."'