"She is up here with the Willards."
"I musd meed her," says the Count, his eye following Marguerite as
she walks up to Mrs. Howlett and is greeted effusively by that lady.
Marguerite is pale, and appears anxious. Even to the author the ways
of the women in his works are inscrutable; so upon this occasion.
She is pale, but I cannot say why. Can it be that she has an
intuitive knowledge that to-night may decide her whole future life?
Who can tell? Woman's intuitions are great, and there be those who
say they are unerringly true. One by one, with the exception of
Count Bonetti, the young men among Mrs. Howlett's guests are
presented--Bonetti prefers to await a more favorable opportunity--and
to all Marguerite appears to be the beautiful woman she is. Hers is
an instant success. A new beauty has dawned upon the Newport
horizon.
Let us describe her as she stands.
(Note.--There is a blank space left here. At first I thought it was
because Harley wished to reflect a little before drawing a picture of
so superb a woman as he seemed to think her, and go on to the
conclusion of the chapter, the main incidents being hot in his mind,
and the purely descriptive matters more easily left to calmer
moments.
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