The Argosy — page 264: what you’re looking at

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Court Netherleigh. 245 - “Don’t call me as a witness, then. It was your fault. You got into the fellow’s way.” ‘““T didn’t get into his way.” “At any rate you didn’t get out of it, which amounts to the same thing. I ask if that is your usual mode of driving ?” “What if it is P” “Tt is a careless one. ‘The next time you offer me a seat, Stanley, I shall propose to take the reins.” ‘“T thought I saw her carriage before us,” explained Captain Stanley, in a more conciliatory tone, as he began to recover his good- humour. ‘‘ It made me blind to everything else, Winchester.” ‘Who is Sher’?” demanded Lord Winchester, who had just returned from a prolonged sojourn on the Continent. “The loveliest woman, Winchester! I can tell you you have got a treat in store: you'll say it when you get introduced to her. I couldn’t exist,” added the Captain, twirling his moustache,‘‘ without a daily sight of that angel.” The Viscount smiled. He knew, of old, Captain Stanley’s pro- pensity to go into heroics over “angels:” he did so himself upon occasion. ‘‘ Mrs. Stanley to be ?” asked he, indifferently, by way of saying something. “No such luck. She’s married. And so am I.” ‘““ Pardon, Stanley ; I forgot it. When a fellow marries over in India, the fact is apt to slip out of one’s memory.” ‘““By Jove! here she comes! She has turned back again. ‘The green carriage and dark livery. I knew I sawit. Isn’t she ——” “Take care of your horse,” interrupted Lord Winchester; ‘“ here’s another cab.” ‘““Hang the cabs! Look at her.” An open barouche was approaching. One lady sat within it. Lord Winchester caught sight of an exquisite toilette, and then, the point- lace parasol being slightly moved, of an exquisite face. A young face, looking younger, perhaps, than it really was ; clearly cut, delicate features ; cheeks of a rich damask, brown glossy hair, and soft dark eyes of wonderful brightness. “‘There’s a picture for you!” murmured the enamoured Captain Stanley, letting his horse go as it would. ‘And the face is nothing to her fascination when you come to talk to her. She has sent half London wild.” Off went his hat, for the bright eyes were smiling, and the fair head bowing to him. But off went Lord Winchester’s also: for a brighter smile and a more familiar recognition, though one of surprise, greeted him. ‘“Mfalloa, Winchester! I say, that’s too bad!” cried Captain Stanley, when they had passed. ‘‘ You know her?” ‘Knew her before I knew you. She’s Selina Dalrymple.” “Selina: yes, that is her Christian name; I saw it one day on her CORNICOOOKS EO ~~.