The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a Romance — John Shaqi
The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a RomanceGrier, Sydney C.
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The Prince of the Captivity: The Epilogue to a Romance
Grier, Sydney C.
Kings and rulers -- Fiction; Political fiction
It was not unnatural that Miss Steinherz should also be thinking of
him this evening, for the floor of her bedroom was strewn with the
leaves and stalks and petals of the last roses he had sent her. They
were the very newest roses, the blossoms of a curious coppery-pink
tinge, and Usk had paid a fabulous price for them on his way to the
station. Miss Logan remarked slightingly on them when the maid had put
them in water, and Félicia threw one at her. She returned it, and the
mimic battle was continued until not a single rose remained on its
stalk. Flushed and laughing, the girls desisted, and presently
Félicia sent away the maid and allowed her friend to brush her hair,
while she herself performed certain mysterious operations on her
finger-nails, with the aid of the contents of a dainty gold-mounted
morocco case.
“Is it Monday or Tuesday that we dine Lord Usk?” she asked lightly,
with a sudden upward glance.
“It’s Usk--Usk--all the time!” was the impatient answer.
“Not just all the time,” said Félicia sweetly, “but I guess it soon
will be.”
“Félicia Steinherz, you make me tired!”
“Now don’t get mad, Maimie. If a duke had come along, I’d have married
him, as I’ve stated times and times, but, you see, that duke hasn’t
materialised, and Lord Usk is right here.”
“I’d have had you marry an emperor,” said Maimie Logan, through her
teeth.
“And I’m real grateful to you, but the emperor didn’t rise to the
occasion either, did he? I admired to see his affections just wilt
when pappa said he wouldn’t give me a red cent if I married him. I was
done with him then, but if he’d had the grace to stick to me, you bet
pappa would have weakened at last. It was a pity, for I feel I have it
in me to care more for an emperor than any other man, because he’d
really have given me something to be grateful for.”
“Well, don’t accept Lord Usk in such a tearing hurry. There are dukes
left yet, and princes too.”
“Why, certainly, but you haven’t looked all around this thing, Maimie.
You had better make up your mind that pappa isn’t going to give me any
more chances of meeting those dukes and princes than he can help.”
“I want to know! Why not?”
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