A Struggle for a Ring — page 349: what you’re looking at

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ADMIRATION IS NOT LOVE. 345 an hour to herself. It would be awkward, of course, if Lady Waldrove wanted her to read, as she often did; but even if that were the case, if he really wanted to see her, he would wait until she came. She heard every one say- ing good-night; she saw Lady Waldrove, who loved her son, if she loved anything on earth, kiss him and wish him pleasant dreams. She stood by her side when this was done, and never once did her eyes seek her husband’s face. ‘‘ How careful she is,” he thought; ‘‘ how true she is to me!” 2 When the ladies had all disappeared it was after eleven. Sir Charles Legard asked him if he were going to join them in a cigar, to which he replied: ‘No, not this evening.” ‘You look gloomy, Vivian,” said the Earl of Waldrove to his son. ‘‘ There is nothing the matter, is there? I hope you did not leave your heart at Gibraltar Pier?” ‘‘T am-quite sure of that, sir,” replied his son. ‘* Nothing wrong over money, is there?” asked the earl. ‘¢ Young men will be young men, as I know. If you want any, remember I am your banker.” ‘‘My dear father, you are very kind, but I do not even spend all I have, so that I cannot want more.” ‘‘Well,” said the earl, with a quaint sigh, ‘‘ I can say no more. If it be neither love nor money that clouds your face, my dear boy, I am a poor guesser.” ‘‘T am not quite sure that my face is clouded,” said Lord Carsdale, laughingly ; but his voice had not the light ring in it, and he turned away with a sigh. He would have given all that he had to have avoided the scene that he must pass through. He was a man of ten- _ der heart, sensitive to the highest degree over pain; he (E(0) mm (C JOO Ss (elo)