She belonged to another world--far above his.

And even beyond that, she was not likely to be attracted by such a rude, ungainly, sunburned lout as he, with such chaps about as Vos Engo, or that what's-his-name fellow, or a dozen others whom he had seen.

Confound it all, she was meant for a prince, or an archduke.

What chance had he?
But she was the loveliest creature he had ever seen.

Yes; she was the golden girl of his dreams.