Aren't we perhaps able to guess that he felt himself for
the ten elapsing seconds the most prodigious professor of legerdemain
likely ever to have existed?--and even though an artist gasping in the
act of success. The consciousness of that force took a fresh flight on
the spot--it meant so the revelation of successes still to come. This
particular one triumphed over the ambiguity in the girl's face which had
not immediately yielded to his gesture--but which did yield, he
beautifully found, on his handing her the morocco case open and without
his having himself so much as dropped his eyes on it. The intoxication
of mere happy tact might really have paralysed in him for the moment any
other sense. Yes, he extraordinarily felt, it was happy tact that made
the object in his pocket respond to the fingers suddenly seeking it--and
this, all so wonderfully, before they had either given it notice or
received notice from it. It wasn't exactly success, no doubt, that he
next imputed to his friend--since success with _her_, the success under
which recognition, on her first glance at the offered picture, played
straight out of her, would clearly have had to represent a triumph over
truth, a pretence of recollection, instead of, as in this case, the very
finest coincidence with it. "Oh yes, _that_ picture!" Molly at once
exclaimed, much as if her beauty had been often portrayed, and with the
addition, the next instant, that they hadn't at home held the artist,
for whom she quite remembered sitting, to have done her much justice; so
that indeed, as she now made out, her mother must have sent the thing
off without her being herself in the secret. "It's well enough," she
went on, her handsome head just tipping to consider; "but if your mamma
had sent us such a bungle as a likeness of _you_, my dear, I should have
been in less hurry, I think, to make your precious acquaintance. It
wasn't very gallant," she further splendidly observed, "that you should
have needed a trumpery proof of what's thought of me while I on my side
was ready to take you on trust!"
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