Anglo-Indians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Dominga certainly looked her best. She wore green, which was ever
becoming. Her figure was graceful, there was a brilliant colour in
her face, born of excitement; yes, she was undeniably striking and
attractive. Moreover, it was the first time that this poor Dominga
had ever beheld anyone connected with the aristocracy, and her
feelings were a mixture of admiration and awe. "The Honourable," as
she mentally called him, appeared at the first glance to be somewhat
similar to other men, but her imagination lost no time in investing
the newcomer with an air of distinction, and every quality which is
generally considered necessary to the equipment of a perfect hero of
romance. He approached and muttered something to Charlie Young, and Dom
received a delightful and unexpected shock when she understood that
Captain Fielder desired to be presented to her. He had singled her out
from all the other girls! This was indeed the proudest moment in the
life of Dominga Chandos! She coloured charmingly, her eyes sparkled,
her face broke into smiles--for an instant her beauty was transcendent!
Ungrateful Dominga gradually ignored, and soon entirely forgot, poor
little Charlie, and presently abandoned him in order to go and sit on
a distant bench with Captain the Hon. James Fielder, the new arrival,
just then so very much in the public eye; and Dominga took care that
they placed themselves where the public eye could behold them without
unnecessary inconvenience.
Verona noticed at a distance Mrs. Trotter and her two unattractive
daughters. As they appeared to be rather "out of it," and forlorn, she
walked over and spoke to them. Mrs. Trotter accorded Verona a civil
welcome, and as usual conversed chiefly about home.
"Oh, ho! it is very plain to see that _you_ have been in England!"
she remarked, as she glanced over at Dominga, who was now too lofty
to notice the Trotters, and had cut them dead. "It is plain that you
know what's what; you have some manners--not like that 'Crannie' girl,
Dominga."
Fortunately, at this point, Mr. Salwey came up and joined the group,
and the topic was changed. The Trotter family were visibly gratified
by his attention; but after a little conversation he carried off Miss
Chandos, and invited her to walk round the outside of the polo ground
and see the ponies.
CHAPTER XXVI
In the meanwhile Dominga and Captain Fielder lounged on a
bench--conspicuously aloof from the crowd. A somewhat constrained
silence had fallen between them; he was wondering if this handsome
girl, with talking eyes and vivid expression, was "good fun"? She
was meditating as to whether she might treat him as just a common,
every-day officer, or not? Dom had finally made up her mind--as she
looked up quickly and met his full, bold stare, a stare so prolonged
and searching that another girl would have felt affronted and abashed;
not so Dominga.
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