Looking at the exquisite face, the proud eyes, all the mad, fierce love that he had felt for his lost Dora came over him. Then he was startled to find the laughing eyes looking at him with some curiosity.
"I have heard of day dreams, Lord Vivianne," she said, "now I have seen a day dreamer. We have been through this chestnut grove twice, and you have not spoken; you have been building castles in the air."
"I have been building castles of which I have dared to make you the queen," he replied.
"I should like to be the queen of something more substantial than an air castle," she replied laughingly.
"You do not know," he said, "that being with you, Lady Studleigh, is at once the highest happiness and the greatest misery."
"I ought to be flattered at producing such a variety of emotion," she replied, with a laugh.
"You would be serious—you would pity me if you knew all," he said.
"Shall I pity you without knowing anything?" she replied.
"No; but, Lady Studleigh, you are so pretty, so exactly like some one I—I loved and lost; you are the very counterpart of her—her true likeness. I have never seen anything so marvelous!"
"How did you lose her?" she asked. "Did she die?"