A duke's daughter, in her estimation, would be none too good for her darling son." Mr.Grosvenor smiled satirically.
"She is a wonderful woman--my lady--but I fancy she is matched at last.
If Kingsland sets his heart on this latest fancy, all the powers of earth and Hades will not move him.

Do you recollect that little affair of Miss Kingsland and poor Douglas of the -- th?
My lady put a stop to that, and he was shot, poor fellow, before Balaklava.

But the son and heir is quite another story.

Apropos, I must ask little Mildred to dance.

_Adio_, Carteret!" The ball whirled on--the hours went by like bright, swift flashes, and, from the moment of the redowa, to Sir Everard Kingsland it was one brief, intoxicating dream of delirium.