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And there are!" "How many?" jeeringly, and now quite reassured. "One!" "You can't frighten me" with a shade less confidence. "You wouldn't tell if there was." "I'd tell you." "Me?" with a sudden slump in his remaining stock of reassurance. "Certainly. I tell you and Nina things of that sort. And when I have fully decided to marry I shall, of course, tell you both before I inform other people."
His love for his father amounted almost to worship, and Aunt Marcia could have chosen no word of praise which would have moved him so deeply, or pleased him more surely, than to thus have declared him, to be a "worthy descendant." Other young people joined this central group, and Nina at the piano played softly a dreamy nocturne which seemed a gentle accompaniment to the conversation.
He only glanced at the outside of the letters awaiting him; there was no one from her; not in that way was Nina to communicate with him, if her hopes for the future, her forgiveness for what lay in the past, were to reach him at all. He drew a chair to the table and sat down, leaving the letters unheeded.
The clock behind him struck a silver note, and instantly this vain fantasy vanished; what was the use of regarding the two wine-filled cups when he knew that Nina was far and far away? He sprang to his feet and went to the window, and gazed out into the black and formless chaos beyond. "Nina!" he called, "Nina! Nina!" as if he would pierce the hollow distance with this passionate cry.
"Such curious ideas Miss Randolph has about Rome! One would suppose, to hear her, that it was a land of witchcraft even our food is to be taken with suspicion." "Not at all," retorted Nina, with a turn of manner that would have done credit to an Italian, "a land of enchantment, which makes ordinary cakes very ordinary little cakes, I tell you! seem small squares and rounds of ambrosia.
'Aristocratic'!" Nina laughed softly. "Well, I'd rather look aristocratic than be the prettiest girl in the world, wouldn't you?" Harriet glanced at her with something like pity. This was Nina in her before-the-party mood. Her confidence and complacency would all begin to ooze away from her, presently, and the words that came so readily to Harriet would refuse to flow at all to any one else.
Billy was angry, and replied that he did not know what height had to do with it, or name either; and as for boosting, he wouldn't marry a king's daughter, if he did not love her; and for that matter Jerrie could boost, for she stood quite as high in town as any young lady. Both Nina St. Claire and Maude Tracy worshipped her, while Mrs.
The crowd parted again the Senator moved on again the crowd closed in. Behind the Tribune, to their excited imagination, seemed to move the very goddess of ancient Rome. Upon a steed, caparisoned with cloth of gold; in snow-white robes, studded with gems that flashed back the day, came the beautiful and regal Nina.
To be told by her lover that she was his own treasure, was sufficient to banish for the time all her miseries and all her fears. "You are my treasure. I want you to remember that, and to believe it," said the Jew. "I will believe it," said Nina, trembling with anxious eagerness. Could it be possible that she would ever forget it? "And now I will ask my questions. Where are those title-deeds?"
At last the earth was cloaked in darkness, the torches hung like gleaming balls of fire, the pattering of the rain echoed dismally, and above it, drowning all other sounds, was the dreary roar of the factory. He sauntered through the straight-cut avenues of the park towards his club, but near the school turned aside and went in to see Nina.
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