have been very miserable all this time. But she’s happy now, God bless her!”
By the week’s end, every thought, every dream, every hope of Maisie’s life was centred in the Honourable James; her tenderness, her ambition turned towards him as flowers to the sun.
And her happiness lighted a thousand little candles all around her. No one could see the candles, of course, but every one saw the radiant illumination of her beauty. And the other men of the house-party saw it too. Even Lord Yalding distinguished her by asking whether she had read some horrid book about earthworms.
“You’re making a fool of that girl, Jim,” said Lady Yalding. “I really think it’s too bad.”
“My good Fanny, don’t be an adorable idiot! I’m only trying to give the poor little duffer a good time. There’s nothing else to do. The other girls really are—now, you know they are, Fanny—between ourselves”
“They’re all duty people, of course,” she said. “Well, only do be careful.”
He was careful. He subdued his impulses to tenderness and gentle raillery. He talked
