Her Faithful Knight — page 324: what you’re looking at

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320 Darcy Finds His Wife. ment. Rosa sauntered along, humming the “Hallelujah Chorus” and casting every now and then glances of as- ‘ sumed indifference, veiling very real curiosity, in the direction of the young man in gray. At last, as they passed into another quiet road about five minutes’ walk from her home, the stranger, who had been narrowly observing Rosa’s style and carriage, crossed the road and walked alongside of her for a few seconds without speaking. A little frightened, the girl looked up. The man raised his hat and looked down into her pretty face, smiling broadly. Such blue eyes under such a length of lash Rosa had never seen before. Under their influence she blushed and gave a half smile in return. At once her new acquaintance broke into speech in a singularly sweet voice in a caressing Irish accent. “Do, pray, forgive me,” he said, deprecatingly, “but I couldn’t wait for an introduction. Ever since I first Saw you I can think of nothing else. I dreamed about you all last night, and to-day I have roamed about for hours in the hope of getting a word with you. You are not offended ?” He had taken the measure of Rosa’s mind with perfect accuracy. She blushed and giggled. | “T really can’t listen to such stuff,’ she said, evidently much pleased. “And besides it isn’t proper from a com- plete stranger——” “But why should we be strangers?” he asked eagerly. “Here is my card.” ‘And he thrust in her hand a card bearing the name of “Mr. Jack Wyverley,” and the address of a West End club. : “That doesn’t tell me much,” said Rosa. “I don’t even know when you first saw me.” “Tt was in church last Sunday,” Darcy hazarded. COME OOS (S@)