Then, after a moment she sprang up, and began to brush her hair.
"Mr.Falloden's not an undergraduate now.

He can do what he likes," said Nora.
Constance made no reply.

Nora observed her with a pair of shrewd brown eyes.
"There are two bouquets for you downstairs," she said abruptly.
Constance turned round startled, almost hidden by the thick veil of her brown hair.
"Who's sent them ?" "One comes from Mr.Radowitz--a beauty.

The other's from Lord Meyrick.
Isn't he a jolly boy ?" Constance turned back to the dressing-table, disappointed.

She had half expected another name.