Lady Raymond was shocked and concerned; and offered Margaret her vinaigrette and her Eau de Cologne, and reproached herself for undertaking so long a drive in the heat.
Margaret tried to smile and thank her, and by the use of the flaçon to still the trembling of her nerves.
"Oh! I see, Margaret," said Harriet, suddenly, "he took you for Miss Campbell, and when he was putting you into the carriage he found his mistake; that made him look so èbahi; but I should not have fancied him to be such a shy person."
"Never was anybody less shy," said Lucy.
"He did look thunderstruck, to be sure," said Harriet. "Margaret, why did you not speak to him before?"
Margaret roused herself. "I believe I am shy Harriet," she said.
"Do you think him handsome, Harriet?" asked Lucy playing with the fringe of her parasol.
"Of course not," said Harriet, "he is as dark as a Moor."
"I don't think that an objection," said Lucy. "I rather like that sort of expressive face. I fancy a painter would never be tired of watching him."