[“OUR HERO.”]
A TALE OF THE FRANCO-ENGLISH WAR NINETY YEARS AGO.
By AGNES GIBERNE, Author of “Sun, Moon and Stars,” “The Girl at the Dower House,” etc.
CHAPTER XX.
A GLIMPSE OF LOVELY POLLY.
“Now, my dear Polly, I pray you make the very most this evening of your charms. For somebody will be there whom you little think to see.”
Polly and Molly, both on a visit to the Bryces in London, looked up sharply.
“Yes, indeed, and you may guess, but I vow you’ll never guess the truth. Two young maidens to have such good fortune! Had it come to me in my young days, why, I think ’twould have driven me out of my senses with joy. But you may conjecture—you may conjecture, Polly. Who in the world can it be?”
Polly was seated upright on a straight-backed chair, looking as usual exceedingly pretty. Her eyes, softer and more than ever like brown velvet, took a faraway expression, and the delicate tinting of her cheeks grew roseate. She said demurely, after a pause—
“If I might conjecture that which my desires would prompt, ma’am, I would say—Captain Ivor!”