"Pardon me," he said, in a finely
modulated and very musical voice, "is this not Miss Selwyn?" I turned and
bowing said, "My guardian, I think."
"I am glad we were able to recognize each other." I looked into his face.
The smile was very winning that greeted me, otherwise I thought the face,
though handsome, and unusually noble looking, was cold, and a trifle hard
in expression.
"I am glad to welcome you to Oaklands, though late in being able to do
so. I hope you have not found it too dull?"
"Oh no, indeed--there is so much to interest one here after city life, I
am glad at each new day that comes."
He looked surprised at my remark, and instantly I bethought myself of the
character for fastidiousness which Hubert had given him, and resolved to
be less impulsive in expressing my feelings.
"You must make society for yourself then in other than the human element.
I cannot think any one could rejoice, on waking in the morning, merely to
renew intercourse with our Cavendish neighbors."
I looked up eagerly--"Then you don't care for them, either?"
"Ah, I see it is not from your own species you draw satisfaction."
"But you have not answered my question."
There was a gleam of humor swept over the face I was already finding so
hard to read.
"I am not well enough versed in Cavendish society to give a just
opinion--probably you have already drank more cups of tea with your
friends than I have done in ten years. Let me hear your verdict."
"Our Deportment Professor assured us it was exceedingly bad form to
discuss one's acquaintance--you will please excuse me.
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