dress, Mr. Derrick shook hands warmly with Mrs. George Copeland, and again thanked her for her kindness, and, taking the photographs with him, returned to Stanmore, prepared to astonish his aunt and sister with his news. He had told them nothing about his previous enquiries, so that when he laid the portraits on the table they were as much surprised as he expected. Miss Derrick thought it must have been something taken of his mother, and was surprised at the good preservation of the photograph. The old rides taken at Brighton with Lady Eveline came back to her mind as she looked.
"I never saw Lady Eveline ride on such a horse as that, and I did not think that the habits were so long in the waist then; but it is a good likeness, and so is this. Is not the hat surprisingly modern, Edith ? to think of its being worn so long ago; the old fashions come round again very quickly."
"My dear aunt, this is not my mother at all," said Anthony.
"The scenery is curious, too," said Edith, "I never saw such trees as those in my life."
"There were none such at Brighton that I ever saw," said aunt Anne. "Where did you come by these likenesses of Lady Eveline, Anthony ?"
"I told you they are not likenesses of Lady
