Jessie said she was lovely, and that all the men-servants,
and the maids, too, were talking about her. She must be more beautiful
than I am."
"Which of the women do you mean?" he said, indifferently, with the
supreme indifference which the man who is madly in love feels for every
other woman than the one of his heart.
"She is a fair girl, with blue eyes and the most wonderful hair;
'chestnut-red with gold in it,' as Jessie described it to me. And she
says that this girl wears the most beautiful diamonds--I am still
quoting Jessie--and other precious stones, and that she is very 'high
and mighty,' and more haughty than any of the other ladies. Who is it?"
"I think she must mean Miss Falconer--Miss Maude Falconer," said
Stafford, as indifferently as before, as he smoothed one of the silken
tresses on her brow, and kissed it as it lay on his finger. "It is just
the way a slave would describe her."
"And is she very beautiful?" asked Ida.
"Yes, I suppose she is," he said.
"You suppose!" she echoed, arching her brows, but with a frank smile
about her lips, the smile of contentment at his indifference.
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