It is so full of
sweetness, and patience, and pathos, that you want to take her in your
arms and pity her, and make much of her, as a child who has been hurt
and wants soothing. She is even prettier than Flossie. By Jove, if the
coronet were mine, and the money, I'd make that girl my lady as sure as
my name is Jack. Lady Bessie Trevellian! It sounds well, and what a
sensation she would make in society. But what a mother-in-law for a man
to be saddled with. Welsh Daisy! Bah!" and with thoughts not very
complimentary to Daisy, he left the park and walked rapidly along
Piccadilly toward Grosvenor Square and Trevellian House.
CHAPTER VII.
NEIL'S DISCOMFORTURE.
Meanwhile Neil was driving on in no very enviable frame of mind.
Bessie's startling demonstration had annoyed him more than he liked to
confess. Why had she made such a spectacle of herself? and how oddly she
had looked standing there in that old linen gown with her hat hanging
down her back--and such a hat! He had noticed it in the gardens and
thought it quite out of style, and had even detected that the ribbons
had been ironed! But he did not think as much about it, or her gown
either, when he was alone with her, as he did now when there was all his
world to see and Blanche to criticise, as she did unsparingly.
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