He wondered, as he looked upon her, the queen of the most
brilliant ball of the season, whether she would ever love him
if it was within the bounds of possibility that she should ever
care for him. That evening, for the first time, he touched the
proud heart of Beatrice Earle. On all sides she had heard
nothing but praises of Lord Airlie his wealth, his talents, his
handsome person and chivalrous manner. The ladies were eloquent
in praise of their young host. She looked at him, and for the
first time remarked the noble, dignified carriage, the tall,
erect figure, the clear-cut patrician face--not handsome
according to the rules of beauty, but from the truth and honor
written there in nature's plainest hand.
Then she saw--and it struck her with surprise how Lord Airlie,
so courted and run after, sought her out. She saw smiles on
friendly faces, and heard her name mingled with his.
"My dear Miss Earle," said Lady Everton, "you have accomplished
wonders--conquered the unconquerable. I believe every eligible
young lady in London has smiled upon Lord Airlie, and all in
vain.
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