She raised her head with a magnificent pride and lofty disdain that almost annihilated him.
"That is to say you thought I looked like a farmer's daughter. I thank you so much for the compliment."
"Nay," he replied; "I thought that you looked like a queen."
The dark eyes seemed to flash light and love into her own. It must be admitted that Lord Charles Vivianne thoroughly understood the art of winning women.
"Doris!" he said; "I am struck with the name, because I do not remember that I ever met with any one who bore it before. How beautiful these flowers are! Will you give me one to keep in memory of this, our first meeting?"
She tightened her hold on the scarlet and amber blossoms. He could not help noticing the beauty of the white hand that held them.
"I think not," she replied. "In all the poems that I ever read something is done to win a flower before it is given."
"I have done something to win it," he replied.
She raised her beautiful eyes to his.
"Have you? I did not know it. Will you tell me what it is?"