He put his arm round her waist and drew her to him.
He uttered not a word.
“I’m sorry!” he said; “I haven’t any.”“That’s so,” he said, hoarsely.“Which is your husband?” he asked in an undertone.“Do you think mine prettier than Lady Ada’s?” said Esmeralda; and then she blushed with shame at her question. What had come to her?“And you are fond of Trafford?” she asked.“I’m sorry to bother you about this,” went on Varley in his languid and impressive way; “but you see I’ve got to do my duty by you. I’m your guardian—but only your guardian—and some of these days some of your people may turn up and claim you. They would probably want to know what the devil I meant by it, if you did not know how to read and write.”And “Esmeralda,” he repeated softly, and under his breath, as if it were a chord of music.
- Lilias, fearing that Lady Wyndover and Esmeralda would find Belfayre dull, had invited some people to dine that night, and Esmeralda made her first acquaintance with a country dinner-party.
- Esmeralda explained where the camp lay, and added that she lived there.
- “I thought there might be something to cover my neck and shoulders and arms,” said Esmeralda. “There’s only this strap, and the thing feels as if it were slipping off,” and she blushed again.
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