“I am proud of the acquaintance of so fair a a democrat,” and confronting Mrs. Harris, he continued: “England’s nobility lays homage at the feet of your fair democrats, for they are the golden links in the chain of conquest.”
“And it is my hope that soon one of the golden links will bear the distinguished title, Lady Beauchamp,” replied Mrs. Harris, while her eyes flashed a merry twinkle in the direction of Hazel.
“Of course,” remarked Mr. Corway, who, flushed with jealousy resented the allusion. “His lordship doubtless since his arrival in the country has been overwhelmed with offerings of the youth and beauty of America.”
“It seems to me that you are talking in mysteries,” remarked Hazel.
Mr. Corway moved toward her. “I appeal to the shrine of beauteous Hebe for vindication.”
“Ha! ha! ha! ha!” laughed the girl. “Wouldn’t it be a surprise if the appeal should be negative?”
“But the shrine of Hebe is not often invincible,” rejoined Constance. “You must remember there is hope and there is perseverence—but this is irrelevant,” and, turning to Mrs. Harris, continued: “Have you left Mr. Harris at Rosemont?”
“Oh, no! James is out in the flower garden, discussing rose culture with Virginia.”
“Then I propose that we join them,” said Mrs. Thorpe.
“And I suggest a stroll through the lovely lawn, under the glory of Autumn foliage,” added Rutley, who immediately turned and offered Constance his arm, and the two passed down the steps.