Yes,
I will; it is the name above all others for an ideal--Madaline."
"Madaline," he repeated; "it is very musical--Madaline."
"It suits her," said the duchess; "and now, Norman, I must go. I have
some pressing engagements to-day."
"You will not introduce me then, Philippa?"
"No--why should I? You would only disturb the child's dream."
Chapter XVII.
Lord Arleigh could not rest for thinking of the vision he had seen; the
face of the duchess' companion haunted him as no other face had ever
done. He tried hard to forget it, saying to himself that it was a fancy,
a foolish imagination, a day-dream; he tried to believe that in a few
days he should have forgotten it.
It was quite otherwise. He left Vere House in a fever of unrest; he went
everywhere he could think of to distract his thoughts. But the fair face
with its sweet, maidenly expression, the tender blue eyes with their
rich poetic depths, the sweet, sensitive lips were ever present. Look
where he would he saw them. He went to the opera, and they seemed to
smile at him from the stage; he walked home in the starlight--they were
smiling at him from the stars; he tried to sleep--they haunted him; none
had followed him as those eyes did.
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