"Where shall you live after you married?" asked Lady Estelle, gently.
"At Lindenholm for some little time: but Earle has promised me that I shall go to London. I live only in that hope."
"Why do you wish so ardently for London?"
"Because people know what life means there. They have balls, parties, fetes, music, operas, theaters, and I long for a life of pleasure."
"How much you will have to suffer?" said Lady Estelle, unconsciously.
"Why?" asked Doris, in surprise.
"Because you expect so much, and the world has so little to give—that is why. But come, we are forgetting the pictures."
In the long gallery they were joined by the duke: curiosity to again see the beautiful face had brought him there. Doris was looking at a portrait that pleased her very much, and her beautiful profile was seen to perfection. The duke started as his eyes fell upon it.
He went up to his daughter.
"Estelle," he said, in a low voice, "who is it that young girl resembles—some one we know well? Look at the curve of the lip, the straight, clear brow!"