"He is more run after by the women than any man in the regiment."
"He knows his power," she thought; and from sheer contrariness made no answer to his appeal. "He shall not know what I think about it," she said to herself.
[CHAPTER XXVII.]
The handsome young lord stood looking at the fair face and mute red lips with a half chagrined air for a moment; then he said, hastily:
"Good-day, Miss West. I see how disagreeable my presence is, so I will leave you to your meditations among the tombs. I hope none of those old fellows will come out of their graves to haunt you for your scorn of their descendant.
"I hope not, indeed!" said Leonora, and then she laughed.
He turned back at the sound of that laugh.
Perhaps she was relenting.
She had risen, indeed, and was holding out to him the sketch he coveted.