"Where shall you live after you married?" asked Lady Estelle, gently. "At Lindenholm for some little time: but Earle has promised me that I shall go to London. I live only in that hope." "Why do you wish so ardently for London?" "Because people know what life means there. They have balls, parties, _fetes_, music, operas, theaters, and I long for a life of pleasure." "How much you will have to suffer?" said Lady Estelle, unconsciously. "Why?" asked Doris, in surprise. "Because you expect so much, and the world has so little to give--that is why. But come, we are forgetting the pictures." In the long gallery they were joined by the duke: curiosity to again see the beautiful face had brought him there. Doris was looking at a portrait that pleased her very much, and her beautiful profile was seen to perfection. The duke started as his eyes fell upon it. He went up to his daughter. "Estelle," he said, in a low voice, "who is it that young girl resembles--some one we know well? Look at the curve of the lip, the straight, clear brow!" "I do not see any likeness," she replied, with white, trembling lips, "none at all; but, oh! papa, I am so tired. I am not so well as usual to-day; I seem to have no strength." She sat on one of the crimson seats, and the duke forgot all about their visitor in his anxiety for her. "I will send these people home," he said; but she interrupted him. "Not just yet, papa; it will be such a pleasure to me to show that pretty young girl my flowers." CHAPTER XXI. HER EYES INVITED HIM. Lady Estelle and Doris went together through the beautiful conservatories that formed one of the great attractions of the Castle, and Doris fancied herself in fairyland. She showed them, that although she might have no particular love for nature, she had a grand eye for the picturesque. Lady Estelle desired her here and there to gather a spray of choice blossoms. She did so, and the way in which she grouped and arranged them was marvelous. "You have a good eye for color," said Lady Estelle, as she watched the white fingers, with the scarlet and amber flowers. It pleased her to see the girl lingering among them--to see the beautiful face bending over the blossoms. They came to a pretty little corridor, roofed with glass; but the glass was hidden by the luxuriance of an exotic climbing plant. Great scarlet bells, with white, fragrant hearts, hung down in glorious profusion. In the middle of the corridor stood a large fountain, and the water was brilliant with gold fish. There were pretty seats, half overhung by the leaves of the hanging plant. It was when they reached here that the servant came in search of Lady Estelle; she was wanted in the drawing-room, to see some visitors who had arrived. She turned to Doris, with a kindly smile: "I am sure you must be tired," she said; "will you rest here? I am sorry to leave you, but I shall not be long."