I have loved her ever since." "How strange!" murmured the duchess.
"Do you think it strange?
Remember how fair and winsome she is--how sweet and gentle.

I do not believe there is any one like her." The white hand that, held the jeweled fan moved more vigorously.
"Why do you tell me this, Norman?
What do you wish me to do ?" "You have always been so kind to me," he said, "you have ever been as a sister, my best, dearest, truest friend.

I could not have a feeling of this kind without telling you of it.

Do you remember how you used to tease me about my ideal.

Neither of us thought in those days that I should find her under your roof." "No," said the duchess, quietly, "it is very strange." "I despaired of winning Madaline," he continued.