The American Marquis by Nick Carter — page 161: what you’re looking at

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Without neglecting the ponies, Honore kept. his eye con- stantly on Grace. She was in raptures with the beautiful country. ‘“T had no idea,” she exclaimed, that old Brittany had so many lovely spots. Oh! look at ‘that chateau. 18 that D’Iberri?” Honore smiled, and nodded assent. ‘« How lovely! Oh! Honore, I shall be happy there. You were right, it is beautiful.” , A shade passed over his face. ‘Can all this enthusiasm be real 2” he: asked himself, ‘or is she a better actress than I supposed. Lovely little i demon, I will startle you before this night is over, or I mis- take my power.” They drew nearer and nearer to the chateau, and yet, closely as he watched her he could seé no sign of recognition in her face. She was full of joyous enthusiasm. The gates were opened by old Pierre, all smiles and rever- ences. ‘What a quaint old porter! ” exclaimed Grace. “An old servitor. | I could not have the heart to send — him away.” ‘*T am so glad you ata not.” ‘Perhaps he will amuse you. He is full of odd stories about the chateau, its ghosts, and the like.” *« Has it hosts?” Grace made a pretty pretense of alarm. ‘<Not very dangerous ones, I guess,” laughed Honore. «* Ah! what lovely marble steps!” she exclaimed, when she alighted from the phaeton, ‘‘and what mosaics.’ Honore looked at her and marveled. They passed through the door and into the hall, and on every hand Grace saw some new object to admire. ‘‘T do not understand this; but it isreal,” said Honore to himself. ‘* Kither she has forgotten, or she never saw this part of the chateau before. After supper we shall see, my child-like little wife, my lovely Grace, my demon.” “THE AMERICAN MARQUIS. OS Opies <€om (9) books-c¢o