He did not attempt to come near her, nor did he yield to the wrathful
twitch of Lady Dora, who wished to keep him away from such a
stony-hearted enslaver; but, with envious looks, watched the changes
come and go on that face, which seemed to him purer and more lofty than
he had ever beheld on earth.
"_Sacre!_" rasped Calembours, touching Davenport's elbow. "There is a
man who must be, as you call it, 'smashed,' by your ward. They say he is
the young duke, _par dieu_. I hope he will not be the _fiance_ of
mademoiselle, instead of my _camarade_."
The next moment Margaret, glancing for a moment that way, saw his grace,
and started forward, with a frank look of pleasure beaming in her eyes.
"I would have regretted deeply missing this pleasure," she said, meeting
the brother and sister half way. "You have both been so kind to me--so
kind!"--with a look of deep and gentle gratitude toward his grace--"that
I can scarcely express my sense and appreciation of it."
A mortal pallor had overspread the young man's face. His hand trembled
as it touched hers, and his tongue trembled, too, when he essayed to
speak.
"I would have known Miss Walsingham among a thousand, and yet illness
and trials have robbed her even of the delicate roses she possessed.
I--I think she is more frail than, perhaps, she is apt to imagine."
"Your grace is considerably changed, too. Have you been ill?"
He turned and looked imploringly at his sister, who was wringing
Margaret's hand, and patting it in a very ardent manner.
"You don't deserve me to speak to you," said Lady Dora, in a vehement
_sotto voce_. "So I'll be looking for my opera-glass down below, while
you have a chat with the boy."
Away she tripped with all haste, leaving Margaret standing silent by the
side of her admirer.
"Will you honor me with a word or two?" faltered his grace. "Perhaps you
will not object to walking with me where there is less of a crowd."
"I pray you not to enter again upon a subject which I thought was at an
end," murmured Margaret, reluctantly pacing the long deck with him,
followed by the chevalier's jealous eyes.
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