"But Doris," he said, "that is just exactly the opposite of what the Bible says. Don't you remember the text about the rich man, the camel, and the needle's eye?" "I remember it," she replied. "Those who have no money long for it, and some desire it so ardently they will do anything to win it; the rich have no need to be envious or jealous." He was not clever enough to argue with her; the only thing he could do was to tell her she was wrong, and that she should not talk that way. Before there was time to reply, the door opened, and the duke came in. He spoke kindly, saying that the duchess was engaged with some visitors, but that Lady Estelle Hereford would see Miss Brace, and would be pleased to show her the pictures and the flowers. Mark looked astounded at the condescension; even the duke himself felt some little surprise when she had made the offer. "You had better let the housekeeper take her, my dear," he had said. "Very well, papa," she replied, carelessly; but after a few minutes she added: "I think it will amuse me to see this young girl, papa. I will show her some of the pictures and my flowers." "She would be more comfortable with the housekeeper," he said; "but do as you wish, my dear." When he saw the beautiful, refined, high-bred young girl seated at the table, he changed his mind--it did not seem so certain that she would be more comfortable with the housekeeper. He looked in wonder at her perfect face and graceful figure. "She looks like a young princess," he said to himself: and his manner almost involuntarily changed--something of chivalrous respect came into it; and Doris, so marvelously quick, detected the change. She saw that he admired her, and then she felt quite at her ease. He said something to Mark about the agent who was waiting to see him. Then the door opened, and Lady Estelle entered. As her eyes fell upon the young girl she started, and her face grew deadly pale--so pale that the duke stepped hastily forward, and cried out: "Are you ill, Estelle?" "No," she replied; "the day is warm, and warm weather never suits me. Good-morning, Mr. Brace. Is this your daughter?" Mark bowed to the pale, stately lady. "This is my daughter, my lady," he replied. Lady Estelle Hereford, going nearer to her, looked into the beautiful, radiant face. Doris returned the glance, and the two remained for one minute looking, for the second time in their lives, steadily at each other. "I am glad to see you," said Lady Estelle, kindly. "I remember having seen you when you were a child." Doris bowed. There was perfect ease, perfect grace in her manner, and the duke, looking at her, was fairly puzzled; that high-bred, perfect repose, that fascinating charm of manner surprised him. He looked at his daughter to see if she shared his surprise, and felt anxious about her when he saw that her face was still deadly pale. Then he asked Mark to go and see the agent. Lady Estelle, with her rigid lips, smiled at Doris.