I
thought they were on you, and envied you as a lucky dog. Seriously,
though," he continued, as he saw the thunderous gleam in Neil's eyes,
and the look of triumph in Blanche's, "it did not occur to me that there
was anything bold or unmaidenly in what the young lady did, and I never
saw a more beautiful tableau than she made, standing there in the
sunshine, with her bright, wavy hair, and her lovely, eager face. She is
very beautiful, and I am so glad I have seen her. They are stopping
at--" He hesitated, and looked at Neil, who, grateful for his defense of
Bessie, unhesitatingly replied:
"No. ---- Abingdon road, near High street"
"Thank you," Jack said, making a mental memorandum of the place, with a
view to call, even if Bessie had said he better not.
After this little skirmish the dinner proceeded in peace, so far as
Bessie was concerned, for Jack Trevellian was a kind of oracle, whose
verdict could raise one to the pinnacle of public opinion, or cast him
down to the depths, and if he said Bessie was not bold, nor
brazen-faced, then she was not, though Lady Jane and Blanche disliked
her just the same.
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