United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Women -- Social conditions -- Fiction
"I presume you are a very romantic young miss, and have been dreaming
about some rustic Leander in round jacket."
"My dog was not called after the priestess at Sestos. It means hero
the common noun, not Hero the proper name. Holding torches to guide
people across the Hellespont was not heroism."
If she had addressed him in Aramaic he would not have been more
surprised; and for a moment he stared.
"I am afraid your Hero will not prove a thoroughly welcome addition
to my cousin's household. He has no fondness whatever for dogs, or
indeed for pets of any kind, and Mrs. Palma, who has a chronic terror
of hydrophobia, will not permit a dog to come near her."
He saw something like a smile flicker across the girl's mouth, but
she did not look up, and merely asked:
"Where is Mr. Palma?"
"He was unexpectedly called to Philadelphia two days ago, on urgent
business. Do you know him?"
"I have not seen him for several years."
She turned away, fixing her attention upon the various objects of
interest that flitted by, as they rolled rapidly along one of the
principal streets. The young gentleman who in no respect resembled
Mr. Palma, found it exceedingly pleasant to study the fair delicate
face beside him, and not a detail of her dress, from the shape of
her hat to the fit of her kid gloves, escaped his critical
inspection.
Almost faultily fastidious in his Broadway trained tastes, he arrived
at the conclusion that she possessed more absolute beauty than any
one in his wide circle of acquaintance; but her travelling suit was
not cut in the approved reigning style, and the bow of ribbon at her
throat did not exactly harmonize with the shade of the feather in her
hat, all of which jarred disagreeably.
As the carriage entered Fifth Avenue, and drew up before one of the
handsome brown-stone front mansions that stretch like palatial walls
for miles along that most regal and magnificent of American streets,
Mr. Roscoe handed his companion out, and rang the bell.
Hero leaped to the sidewalk, and, patting his head, Regina said:
"Driver, I am very much obliged to you for taking care of him for
me."
"You are quite welcome, miss. He is an uncommon fine brute, and I
will attend to him for you if you wish it."
The door opened, and Regina was ushered in, and conducted by Mr.
Roscoe into the sitting-room, where a blazing coal fire lent pleasant
warmth and a ruddy glow to the elegantly furnished apartment.
"Terry, tell the ladies we have come."
The servant disappeared, and, holding his hands over the fire, Mr.
Roscoe said:
"I believe you are a stranger to all but my cousin; yet you are
probably aware that his stepmother and her daughter reside with him."
Before she could reply the door suddenly opened wide, as if moved by
an impatient hand, and a middle-aged lady, dressed in black silk that
rustled proudly at every step, advanced toward Regina. Involuntarily
the girl shivered, as if an icy east wind had blown upon her.
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