Lord Charles Vivianne!—she wondered whether he was very rich, great, and celebrated. A lord!—oh, if she could only make a conquest of him!
"I wish I dare ask to whom I have the honor of speaking."
And then she raised her eyes with something of defiance, and said:
"My name is Doris—Doris Brace."
He said the name softly.
"Doris! What a pretty name! Now that you have been kind enough to answer me one question, I should like to ask another—do you live near here?"
"I live at Brackenside," she replied. "My father is a tenant of the duke's—he is a farmer."
"Then I was right in my first surmise," he said.
"Pray, what was that?" asked Doris.
"I was watching you for some minutes before you saw me, and I guessed that you were a daughter of one of the duke's tenants."