Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Women -- Juvenile fiction
arrived until the time they came away! Eunice rambled about the
beautiful grounds with the glee of a child escaped from school, and
played the part of appreciative audience with an enthusiasm which could
not fail to be inspiring to her companions.
Arthur looked into the smiling face, and listened to the low sweet
laughter with the incredulous amazement of one who has suddenly received
his sight after a spell of blindness. "Bat," indeed, Peggy had rightly
named him, since he had lived for months in the same house as this
delightful creature, and never realised her charm. When they were
resting together on a garden bench under the shade of a tree, Arthur
cast surreptitious glances at Eunice, and formed a new estimate of her
attractions to take the place of the old. He understood little about
dress, but he instinctively felt that the white frock was remarkably
simple for the only child of such distinguished parents, and the
simplicity was in accord with the pale, well-cut face whose chief
characteristics were modesty and sweetness. A little white-gloved hand
lay on her lap, and, as Arthur looked at it, a swift remembrance arose
of the afternoon a few weeks back when he had seen that hand stretched
out to comfort a companion in distress. His lip twitched beneath his
moustache and his smile faded.
"Ah, well," he said to himself sadly, "we cannot all be alike; but it
does one good to see her--dear, little, gentle thing! She'll make some
one very happy some day, and he will think her beautiful, for he will
see his home in her eyes."
He went off into a day-dream of his own, a troubled day-dream, poor
fellow, as his day-dreams were apt to be at this time of his life; but
his companions did not notice his adsorption, for one was listening
rapturously, while the other entertained her with imaginary
conversations supposed to take place between different members of the
crowd by which they were surrounded. That she could hear no word of
what was being said, was but an added stimulus to Miss Peggy's inventive
genius, and so aptly did her dialogues follow the expressions and
gestures of the strangers that Eunice shook from head to foot in
irrepressible enjoyment.
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