"You forget that I have known him all his life, and that you have only known him five minutes!"
She still smiled.
"But in five minutes one may know——." She stopped, and her face flushed, and the tears arose to her eyes. "No, I don't believe it," she said, her voice tremulous. "There may be some men who are as false and heartless as you say, but not the Duke of Rothbury."
He looked at her gravely, almost pityingly.
"Don't be too sure of that, Miss Leslie!" he said, with a touch of warning in his tone. "He is a good fellow, a charming companion, but——." He was stopped by the expression of pain which shone in her eyes.
"Oh, please let us talk of something else!" she said, quickly. "See, here is the postman."
"I hope he has brought my medicine," said the duke. But the postman, tugging at his cap, handed a small parcel to Leslie.
"For me!" she said, with surprise. "Why, what can it be? Are you sure it is for me and not papa? It is like one of the boxes they send the colors in."
"A sample of a new scent or pearl powder," said the duke, leaning back languidly.