A Struggle for a Ring — page 230: what you’re looking at

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226 me LADY ETHEL. silk, with its silver fringe, was at once so simple and elegant. ‘“You are one of Lady Waldrove’s visitors?” she said. ‘‘Pray, pardon my speaking so freely to you, but you looked just like a beautiful statue that I have seen some-. . where of ‘ Clytie,’ come to life.” ‘‘A Greek statue,” said Alice. ‘‘ People are always tell- ing me that I resemble something they have seen in Greece. But I am forgetting—I am not one of Lady Waldrove’s visitors; Iam her companion.” There was a scarcely perceptible shade of difference in Lady Ethel’s manner; a colder light came into her eyes— her white, jeweled hand was drawn back. “Indeed! I did not know Lady Waldrove had a com- panion. You like Roseneath, do you not? I think it is one of the loveliest places in England.” The dark-blue eyes were raised to hers with so strange an expression, that Lady Ethel paused. Alice longed to Say : ‘I am something more than: Lady Waldrove’s com- panion—I am Lady Alice Carsdale, wife of the earl’s heir.” She longed to say it, but no sound escaped her lips, no word betrayed her; only the peculiar expression of her eyes told that strange thoughts were in her mind; then she answered, calmly : : ‘‘T admire Roseneath very much, but it is the only place of the kind that I have ever seen.” ‘‘T need hardly introduce myself,” said Lady Ethel; ‘‘you have so few Beitr here just at present, that yon must know who I am.’ Alice smiled. | | ‘‘T have heard your name so often,” she replied ; ‘‘ Lady GEomicboo Ss.