“Let me kiss your hand, madame,” said the handsome young fellow, lifting the jewelled fingers in his own. “I have heard that my father had once that honour. Do not put me below him;” and with the words he touched with his warm lips the long white fingers.
Her laugh rang merrily through the dim room, and she answered—“You are Dick Hyde’s own son—nothing else. I see that”—and she drew the young man towards the light and looked with a steady pleasure into his smiling face as she asked—
“What brought you here this morning, sir?”
“Madame, I have heard my father speak of you; I have seen you; can you wonder that I desired to know you? This morning I met Miss Van Ariens, and when she said she was coming here, I found myself unable to resist the temptation of coming with her.”
“Let me tell you something, aunt. I think Lieutenant Hyde can be of great service to us. He took part in several noble English weddings last year, and he offers his advice in our consultation to-day.”
“But where is Cornelia? I thought she would come with you.”
“She will be here in a few minutes. I saw her half-an-hour ago.”
“What a beautiful girl she has become!” said madame.
“She is an angel,” said Hyde.
Angelica laughed. “The man who calls a woman an angel has never had any sisters,” she answered; “but, however, she has beauty enough to set young hearts ablaze. I like the girl, and I wonder not that others do the same.”