Why, then, was he masquerading under a title?
Her heart grew hot within her as she thought of the indignity he had put upon her in his elopement with Mrs. Fleming’s silly maid, Letty.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
“A SHOCKING LITTLE FLIRT.”
Daisie saw them coming, and braced herself for the rencontre. She was determined he should not see her flinch.
Stately as a young princess, and cold as ice, she received him, and he could not but admire her perfect self-poise and grace, though he wondered at such a reception.
“She knows me—her heart is not deceived. Then why not give me a kinder welcome?” he thought, not knowing of the false stories she had been told to turn her heart against him.
As for Daisie, she was thinking under her cold, proud smile:
“Where is Letty? Did he really marry her? And why is he masquerading under a false title?”
Fortunately for the embarrassment of the occasion, Annette’s partner brought her back at that moment to her chaperons, and Mrs. Fleming, with an air of proprietorship, presented Lord Werter.
Annette flashed her great black eyes at him with so friendly a smile that he took refuge with her at once from the hauteur of Daisie’s manner.