Stella Rosevelt — page 349: what you’re looking at

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YOSEPHINE’S AMBITION. 343 to visit his home, and little dreaming that such an invitation had already been given by his mother. ‘*Mamma thought of it, however, although she did not really expect anything of the kind. Do you remember her asking you if Sir Charles had any family ?” dh dh othe ‘‘Well, she knew that there were very few relatives, and she did wonder then who would inherit the estates if he should die childless, But it seems like some romantic tale tome. I can scarcely realize it even yet.” ‘‘ How does English society compare with American, in your opinion?” Lord Carrol asked, glancing over the brilliant throng around them. ‘‘T am sure, my lord, I should not presume to judge upon so short an experience,’ Josephine answered, modestly, yet her glance told him that she admired one Englishman excessively. ‘‘T should judge,” he said, smiling, ‘‘if I could form any opinion from the court which I saw you holding as I entered, that you would be considered quite an acquisition in London circles.” He did not say that Ze should consider her such, and a thrill of pain shot through her heart at his indifference; but she ap- peared to take it as a personal compliment from him, and answered, with a shy look: ‘‘Thank you; I find it very pleasant to be here, at all events. ” Her tone, her glance, and the emphasis which she threw into that last sentence, would have turned half the heads in that room, but they did not move him in the least. He was constantly thinking of a fair, sweet face, framed in gold; of azure eyes, with white lids and long, curling lashes, and smiling coral lips, with the gleam of small white teeth be- tween; of his bright, beautiful Star—the light of his life. He was thinking of that day when they drove on the beach Sj (E(0)