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There was not a braver or more gallant man in England than this
young heir of Earlescourt. He inherited the personal beauty and
courage of his race. He gave promise of a splendid manhood; and
no one knew how proudly Lord Earle had rejoiced in that promise.
In her calm stately way, Valentine liked him; she even loved him,
and would have been happy as his wife. She enjoyed his keen,
intellectual powers and his originality of thought. Even the
"dreadful politics," that scared and shocked his father, amused
her.
Ronald, whose heart was full of the pretty little wife he dared
neither see nor write to, gave no heed to Valentine's manner; it
never occurred to him what construction could be put upon his
friendly liking for her.

Chapter VII
The day came for the grand ball, and during breakfast the ladies
discussed the important question of bouquets; from that the
conversation changed to flowers. "There are so many of them,"
said Valentine, "and they are all so beautiful, I am always at a
loss which to choose."
"I should never hesitate a moment," said Ronald, laughingly.


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