"
"Oh, Archie!" Daisy exclaimed, as she opened the box and held to view a
soft, rich, lustrous silk of dark navy-blue, which Lord Hardy had found
in Nice, whither he had been that day, and which, in quality and style,
did justice to his taste and generosity. "Oh, Archie, isn't it a beauty,
and it almost stands alone?"
"Ye-es," Archie answered, meditatively, for he rather doubted the
propriety of receiving so costly a present for his wife from a stranger,
and he said so to Daisy, adding that it was of course very kind in Lord
Hardy, but wholly uncalled for, and she'd better return it at once, as
he would not quite like to see her wear it.
But Daisy began to cry, and said she had never had a silk dress in her
life, and this was just what she wanted, and she could make it herself,
and she presumed the amount Lord Hardy paid for it was no more to him
than a few pence were to them. And so she kept it and thanked Lord Hardy
very sweetly for it with tears swimming in her great blue eyes, when
she met him in the evening at dinner, for he had given up his luxurious
quarters at the more fashionable hotel, and had come to the same house
with the McPhersons, whose shadow he became.
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