In the meantime Mrs. Verne had found her way into the drawing-room,
where she was soon after joined by Evelyn and her distinguished
betrothed. What a smile greeted the seemingly happy pair! In
languid, drawling tones the beauty was relating her adventures of
the previous afternoon--the calls made, and the making of a new
acquaintance.
"A gentleman from England, did you say, my dear? How delightful! I
shall be most happy to meet him."
"And so you shall, dear mamma, for he intends calling upon us very
soon."
Mr. Arnold seemed not to notice the radiant smile which illuminated
the countenance of his betrothed. Yet it gave him annoyance.
He bit his upper lip and bent closer over the new song that lay open
before the piano. "She will sing a different tune before long," was
his comment.
In truth Montague Arnold possessed not that feeling which can only
be cherished by true, unselfish love. He openly admired Evelyn Verne
for her beauty. His sole desire was to make her his, and bend her to
his will. His nature was too superficial to harbor jealousy, but his
stubborn vanity answered the purpose.
Ah, my peerless Evelyn! you may blush and smile at the well-timed
compliments of your admirers now, but your reign seems nearly at an
end!
"What a grand opportunity to give a party," exclaimed Mrs.
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