"What picture?" she asked, with a smile.
"I cannot tell you, but I am quite sure I have seen one like you. What
picture would you care to resemble?"
A sudden gleam of light came into her dark eyes.
"The one underneath which you would write 'My Queen,'" she said,
hurriedly.
He did not understand.
"I think every one with an eye to beauty would call you 'queen,'" he
observed, lightly. The graver meaning of her speech had quite escaped
him.
Then Lady Peters returned, and the conversation changed.
"We are going to hear an _opera-bouffe_ to-night," said Philippa, when
Lord Arleigh was leaving. "Will you come and be our escort?"
"You will have a box filled with noisy chatterers the whole night," he
remarked, laughingly.
"They shall all make room for you, Norman, if you will come," she said.
"It is 'La Grande Duchesse,' with the far-famed Madame Schneider as her
Grace of Gerolstein."
"I have not heard it yet," returned Lord Arleigh. "I cannot say that I
have any great admiration for that school of music, but, if you wish it,
I will go, Philippa.
"It will increase my enjoyment a hundredfold," she said, gently, "if you
go.
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