Her Faithful Knight — page 141: what you’re looking at

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Darcy’s Sympathy. 137 girls in London who would give a very great deal to be in your shoes?” “Why should they ?” “Well, some girls would be a little bit pleased if one of the handsomest men in London, with only a dying man between him and the title, and belonging to one of the oldest families in Ireland, was to fall victim to their charms.” “Would they?” asked Dorothy. “Not if they had other and more important things to think about.” “Isn’t he good enough for you?” asked Mrs. Stourton- Chepe satirically. “Or are you perhaps waiting for a prince of the blood?” But Dorothy only laughed, and she might have attached but little value to Mrs. Stourton-Chepe’s sarcasms, but for the fact, which was made patent to both ladies as soon as they were shown into the presence of Lady Derrick at the Prince’s Hotel, that the Hon. Darcy had most cer- tainly confided to his mother his passion for his leading lady. “I was sure from what Darcy told me that you must be very beautiful,” Lady Derrick exclaimed, taking Dor- othy’s two hands in hers and gazing at her earnestly. “But I never guessed that you would be as beautiful as this. May I kiss you, my dear child?” EOmicbdoo <S (S@)