Nancy's pitiful little story was soon told. During the last year she had
often met the Honorable Philip Lindsay, second son of an impoverished
Scottish peer, and now a lieutenant in a line regiment stationed at
Aldershot. They discovered each other, in the first instance, at a hunt
ball in Leicestershire, and a simple confusion of names led the man to
believe that the pretty girl with the blue eyes was the hired companion
of the daughters of the family with whom she was staying. Her
friends--like herself, just emancipated from the schoolroom--fostered
the deception, which she and they found amusing; but Lindsay's Celtic
blood was fired by the knowledge that he had found the one woman in the
world he wanted to marry, be she poor as Cinderella. Before the girl
realized that the handsome young soldier was not of the carpet-knight
type, he was telling her he loved her, and asking her to wait for him
till he got his captaincy or secured an adjutant's berth in a
territorial battalion, and they would wed.
Of course, there were explanations, and tears, and a good deal of the
white-lipped tragedy of youth. Lindsay, like a gallant gentleman,
refused to be dubbed a fortune-hunter, and went back to his regiment,
where he threw himself into the dissipation of musketry instruction
with a cold fury that surprised and gratified his colonel. Then Nancy
found that her heart had gone with him, and wrote a tearful request that
they might never meet again; whereupon the sprite who controls these
affairs brought Marten and his daughter to a grand review at
Windsor--and who should be on some notable general's staff but
Lieutenant the Honorable Philip Lindsay? After that the veriest tyro in
the methods of romance must see that the general would invite the
American millionaire to dine with him that evening, and that Lindsay
should be allotted to Nancy as her dinner partner.
There were thrills, and flashing glances; but Caledonia remained both
stern and wild, with the certain result that he and the girl grew more
desperately enamoured of each other than ever.
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