But she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen. Yes; she was the golden girl of his dreams. Within his grasp, so to speak, and yet he could not hope to seize her, after all. Was she meant for that popinjay youth with the petulant eye and the sullen jaw? Was he to be the lucky man, this Vos Engo?
The Baron's dry, insinuating voice broke in upon the young man's thoughts. "I think it's pretty well understood that she's going to marry him." The little old minister had been reading King's thoughts; he had the satisfaction of seeing his victim start guiltily. It was on the tip of Truxton's tongue to blurt out: "How the devil did you know what I was thinking about?" But he managed to control himself, asking instead, with bland interest:
"Indeed? Is it a good match, Baron?"
The Baron smiled. "I think so. He has been a trifle wild, but I believe he has settled down. Splendid family. He is desperately in love, as you may have noted."
"I hadn't thought much about it. Is she in love with him?"
"She sees a great deal of him," was the diplomatic answer.
Truxton considered well for a minute or two, and then bluntly asked:
"Would you mind telling me just who she is, Baron? What is her name?"
Dangloss was truly startled. He gave the young man a quick, penetrating glance; then a set, hard expression came into his eyes.
"Do you mean, sir, that you don't know her?" he asked, almost harshly.