"Then you were not found out, that is all. You look so simple and
ingenuous, and blush if a man says half a word to you; and all the time
you are a greater flirt than I am."
"Oh, Fanny!" screamed Zoe, with horror.
It seems a repartee may be conveyed in a scream; for Fanny now lost her
temper altogether. "Your conduct with those two men is abominable," said
she. "I won't speak to you any more."
"I beg you will _not,_ in your present temper," said Zoe, with unaffected
dignity, and rising like a Greek column.
Fanny flounced out of the room.
Zoe sat down and sighed, and her glorious eyes were dimmed.
Mystery--doubt--and now a quarrel. What a day! At her age, a little cloud
seems to darken the whole sky.
Next morning the little party met at breakfast. Lord Uxmoor, anticipating
a delightful day, was in high spirits, and he and Fanny kept up the ball.
She had resolved, in the silent watches of the night, to contest him with
Zoe, and make every possible use of Severne, in the conflict.
Zoe was silent and _distraite,_ and did not even try to compete with her
sparkling rival. But Lord Uxmoor's eyes often wandered from his sprightly
companion to Zoe, and it was plain he longed for a word from her mouth.
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