"Are you acquainted with Mr. Denbigh?" said Emily to her partner, after
looking in vain to find his person in the crowd.
"Denbigh! Denbigh! I have known one or two of that name" replied the
gentleman. "In the army there are several."
"Yes," said Emily, musing, "he is in the army;" and looking up, she saw
her companion reading her countenance with an expression that brought
the color to her cheeks with a glow that was painful. Sir Herbert
smiled, and observed that the room was warm. Emily acquiesced in the
remark, for the first time in her life conscious of a feeling she was
ashamed to have scrutinized, and glad of any excuse to hide her
confusion.
"Grace Chatterton is really beautiful to-night," whispered John Moseley
to his sister Clara. "I have a mind to ask her to dance."
"Do, John." replied his sister, looking with pleasure on her beautiful
cousin, who, observing the movements of John as he drew near where she
sat, moved her face on each side rapidly, in search of some one who was
apparently not to be found. Her breathing became sensibly quicker, and
John was on the point of speaking to her as the dowager stepped in
between them. There is nothing so flattering to the vanity of a man as
the discovery of emotions in a young woman excited by himself, and which
the party evidently wishes to conceal; there is nothing so touching, so
sure to captivate; or, if it seem to be affected, so sure to disgust.
"Now, Mr. Moseley," cried the mother, "you shall not ask Grace to dance!
She can refuse you nothing, and she has been up the last two figures."
"Your wishes are irresistible, Lady Chatterton," said John, coolly
turning on his heel. On gaining the other side of the room, he turned to
reconnoitre the scene. The dowager was fanning herself as violently as
if she had been up the last two figures instead of her daughter, while
Grace sat with her eyes fastened on the floor, paler than usual.
"Grace," thought the young man, "would be very handsome--very sweet--
very--very everything that is agreeable, if--if it were not for Mother
Chatterton." He then led out one of the prettiest girls in the room.
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