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He came back to London in time for the Cup Day, and in time to fall
desperately in love with Lesbia, whom he met for the first time in the
Royal enclosure.
She was dressed in white, purest ivory white, from top to toe--radiant,
dazzling, under an immense sunshade fringed with creamy marabouts. Her
complexion--untouched by Seraphine--her dark and glossy hair, her large
violet eyes, luminous, dark almost to blackness, were all set off and
accentuated by the absence of colour in her costume. Even the cluster of
exotics on her shoulder were of the same pure tint, gardenias and lilies
of the valley.
Mr. Smithson was formally presented to the new beauty, and received with
a cool contempt which riveted his chains. He was so accustomed to be run
after by women, that it was a new sensation to meet one who was not in
the least impressed by his superior merits.
'I don't suppose the girl knows who I am,' he said to himself, for
although he had a very good idea of his intrinsic worth, he knew that
his wealth ranked first among his merits.


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