Raina, left alone, goes to the chest of drawers, and adores the portrait there with indescribable feelings. She does not show it any mark of bodily affection; but she takes it in her hands and elevates it like a priestess, showing her feelings of higher love. It's almost like worship when she says "Oh, I shall never be unworthy of you anymore, my hero - never, never, never."
She replaces the picture reverently, selects a novel. She turns over the leaves dreamily, and prepares to go to bed murmuring, 'My hero! my hero!'