Nell, of Shorne Mills : $b or, One heart's burdenGarvice, Charles
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Nell, of Shorne Mills : $b or, One heart's burden
Garvice, Charles
Dime novels; English fiction -- 19th century; Love stories
The waltz came to an end all too soon, and as Drake led her to a seat,
young Maltby approached her with two young fellows. She was the
prettiest girl in the room, though she was the simplest dressed, and the
men were anxious to secure her.
Drake hastily scribbled his initials on several lines of her program,
then had to resign her to her next partner, and, in discharge of his
duty, seek a partner for himself.
Lady Maltby introduced him to a daughter of a local squire, a fresh
young girl, with all a country girl's frankness.
"What a pretty girl that was with whom you were dancing!" she said, as
they started. "She is really lovely!"
"And yet they say that women never admire each other," he remarked.
"Do you mean that?" she asked, looking up at him with her frank, blue
eyes. "What nonsense! I love to see a pretty woman; and I quite looked
forward to coming here to-night, because we are to have a famous London
beauty."
"Oh! Which one?" asked Drake absently; his eyes were following Nell, who
happened to look across at him at the moment, and who smiled the smile
which a woman only accords her lover.
"I don't remember her name," said the girl. "But she is very beautiful,
I am told; though I find it hard to believe that she can be lovelier
than she is," and she nodded in Nell's direction.
Drake felt very friendly toward the girl.
"She is as good as she is beautiful," he said; then, as the triteness
and significance of the words struck him, he laughed slightly.
His partner glanced up at him shyly.
"Oh--I beg your pardon!" she said. "I didn't know. How--how proud you
must be!"
"I am," said Drake.
"And of course you want to be dancing with her now? If I were you I
should hate to have to dance with any one else. I wish--you would
introduce me to her after this waltz!"
"With pleasure!" said Drake, wondering what on earth the girl's name
was--for, of course, he had not caught it.
But the introduction was not made, for her next partner came up
immediately the dance was finished and bore her off; and Drake leaned
against the wall and watched Nell.
She was dancing with a subaltern from the garrison town, and was
evidently enjoying herself. It was a pleasure to him to look at her; and
it occurred to him that even if the bright little American, with the
pleasant voice and tender heart, had not stepped in to ruin his
prospects; if the title and estates were as near to him as they had been
a few months ago; if he were moving in London society, in his own
critical and exclusive set, he would not have made any mistake in asking
Nell to be his wife. She would have justified his choice in any society,
however high.
It occurred to him that where they were going on the Continent he might,
perhaps, procure a little amusement for her; there might be a dance or
two at the hotels at which they would stay; or he might take her to one
of the big state balls for which there would be no difficulty in
obtaining an invitation.
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