"
"Yours?" Bessie asked, in some surprise, and he replied:
"Yes, my father and his mother were cousins. I am Jack Trevellian. You
have probably heard him speak of me."
"No," Bessie replied, with a decided shake of her head, which told
plainly that neither from Neil nor any one else had she ever heard of
Jack Trevellian, who felt a little chagrined that he, the man of
fashion, whose name was so familiar in all the higher circles of London,
should be wholly unknown to this girl from Wales.
Truly, she had much to learn. But she did not seem at all impressed now,
or embarrassed either, though she looked at him more closely and decided
that he resembled Neil, but was not nearly so good-looking, and that he
was awfully old.
"You know my cousin Blanche, of course," he said to her next. "You must
have seen her when you visited at Neil's father's."
"I saw her at Penrhyn Park when I was a child, but not since then until
this afternoon. I was never at Trevellian House," Bessie said, and with
the mental decision: "Poor relations who are outside the ring," Jack
Trevellian continued:
"She is not a beauty, though a great heiress.
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