I, for my part, saw pretty Nancy running along the walk to meet us. Love was in her eyes, grace in her action; youth, beauty, sweetness in her comely shape, her rosy cheeks, her pretty smile, her winning tongue, her curly locks. She was in morning dress, without hoop or patch. Through the leaves of the trees the sun shone softly upon her, covering her with a soft light which might have been that in which Venus stole along the shore in a golden mist to meet her son—of which my father had read to me. She was pretty, she was sweet; far prettier than I, who was so tall; far sweeter than I, who was full of evil passions and shame, being a great sinner.
“Foolish Harry!” I said. “What do you see?”
He only looked me in the face and replied—
“I see nothing but the beautiful Kitty.”
“Oh, blind, blind!”
CHAPTER XIII.
HOW DURDANS WAS ILLUMINATED.
While these things were proceeding, Lord Chudleigh being still absent from Durdans, I received a second letter from the Doctor.
After the usual compliments to Mrs. Esther, he proceeded to the important part of his communication—
“For your private eye only.