I tell you that of all the
women in England you are the most fitted to be the Duchess of
Hazlewood--and you would be a beautiful duchess, too. Think of the
position you would occupy--second only to royalty. I should like to see
you in such a position--you would fill it grandly. Think of the power,
the influence, the enormous amount of good you could do; think of it
all, Philippa?"
He did not see the sudden, sharp quiver of pain that passed over the
beautiful face, nor how pale it grew in the starlight.
"I am thinking," she answered, quietly--"I am listening attentively to
all that you say."
She drew the light scarf more closely around her shoulders and shuddered
as though a chill breeze had passed over her.
"Are you cold, dear?" he asked kindly.
"Cold! How could I be on this warm starlit night? Go on, Norman; let me
hear all that you have to say."
"I am trying to persuade you to accept what seems to me one of the
happiest lots ever offered to woman. I want to see you the Duke of
Hazlewood's wife. I cannot imagine any man more calculated to win a
woman's love, or to please her fancy, than he is.
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