Even the long drawing-room of Chesney Wold cannot revive Mr. Guppy's spirits. He is so low that he droops on the threshold and has hardly strength of mind to enter. But a portrait over the chimney-piece, painted by the fashionable artist of the day, acts upon him like a charm. He recovers in a moment. He stares at it with uncommon interest; he seems to be fixed and fascinated by it.
"Dear me!" says Mr. Guppy. "Who's that?"
"The picture over the fire-place," says Rosa, "is the portrait of the present Lady Dedlock. It is considered a perfect likeness, and the best work of the master."

Even the long drawing-room of Chesney Wold cannot revive Mr. Guppy's spirits. He droops on the threshold. But a portrait over the chimney-piece acts upon him like a charm. He stares at it with uncommon interest; he seems to be fixed and fascinated by it.
"Dear me!" says he. "Who's that?"
"That is the portrait of the present Lady Dedlock," says Rosa. "It is considered a perfect likeness, and the best work of the artist."
