Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 26: what you’re looking at

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18 HER ROYAL LOVER: CHAPTER II. TWO LOVERS. While in the principal salon of the chateau all these incidents were unfolding, the gravity of which will soon be perceived, a duet of love was cooing in a little alcove adjoining the apartments where, not far from the grand salon, they were playing whist. “They are still inexorable!” whispered in the ear of a handsome young man the sweet voice of a ravishing brunette enveloped in a vaporous cloud of rose tulle, and whose black hair, gathered in a large knot on the top of a delicate and crafty head, gave to this physiognomy a stamp which recalled the delicious and mutinous Patti. A large bouquet of rose camellias, arranged like the diva alone knows how to arrange them as Rosine in “The Barber of Seville,” bloomed in the midst of the jet-braids of the young girl. “What!” responded her cavalier, “your parents refuse to listen even to the slightest allusion to our marriage, on which depends the entire happiness of our lives? You love meas I love you, is it not so, Walpurga?” “If I love you, Conrad! But look then in that mirror, and see if, among all these princes and nobles, there is a single one who may be compared with you!” . Kffectively, Conrad Halier, the unhappy suitor of the young Countess of Heiligenthal, was a brilliant cavalier. Blond like a Saxon, superbly built, of a fine carriage, the form tall and arched, the mustache (E(0) aA Cc JOO KH (E(O)