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For the first time he felt proud and pleased with the noble fortune and high rank that were his by birthright. He had not cared much for them before; now he rejoiced that he could lavish wealth and luxury upon one so fair and worthy as Beatrice Earle. Lord Airlie was not a confident lover. There were times when he felt uncertain as to whether he should succeed.
"Contrary to your general rule, Lord Airlie, you go with the crowd." He would have gone anywhere for one word from those perfect lips. Lady Downham led him to the spot where Beatrice stood, and in a few courteous words introduced him to her. Lord Airlie was celebrated for his amiable, pleasing manner.
But it is probable that his regiment, with those commanded by Home and Airlie, were practically considered as the three troops of the Royal Scottish Life Guards of whom the young Marquis of Montrose was colonel. From a royal warrant of 1672, it appears that a troop of dragoons was rated at eighty men, exclusive of officers, and that a regiment was to consist of twelve troops.
He was timid in her presence, and took refuge with Lillian. All fashionable London was taken by surprise when Lord Airlie threw open his magnificent house, and, under the gracious auspices of his aunt, Lady Lecomte, issued invitations for a grand ball. Many were the conjectures, and great was the excitement. Lord Earle smiled as he showed Lady Helena the cards of invitation.
"I," interrupted Lord Airlie "I like whatever you like, Miss Earle." "Yourself best of all," whispered Lionel to Beatrice with a smile. As Mr. Dacre walked home that evening, he thought long and anxiously about the two young girls, his kins-women. What was the mystery? he asked himself what skeleton was locked away in the gay mansion?
"You are mine my own," he whispered, "until death; say so, Beatrice." "I am yours," she said, "even in death." It was a stolen half hour, but so full of happiness that it could never fade from memory. "I must go," said Beatrice, at length, unclasping the firm hand that held her own. "Oh, Lord Airlie, how am I to meet all my friends? Why did you not wait until tomorrow?"
"I do not like the water," she said presently; "it always frightens me. Let us land, Mr. Laurence, please. I will never go on the lake again." Gaspar laughed, and Mr. Dacre declared Beatrice had had too strong a dose of Undine and the water-sprites. Lord Airlie felt her hand tremble as he helped her to leave the boat.
For the first time in his life Lord Airlie was fiercely jealous. He detested this fair-haired Gaspar, with his fund of German romance and poetry. Could it be that he would win the prize he himself would have died to secure? What was he saying to her that softened the expression on her face?
Our lessons with Major Buller, and the influence of Miss Airlie's good breeding and straightforward kindness, gave a healthier turn to our tastes; but when Miss Airlie went away and Major Buller proclaimed a three weeks' holiday from the Latin grammar, and we were left to ourselves, Matilda felt the want of the flattery, the patronage, and the small excitements and mysteries about nothing, to which Miss Perry had accustomed her.
"I used to hope Beatrice might like him," said Lady Earle; "but that will never be Lord Airlie has been too quick. I hope he will not fall in love with her; it would only end in disappointment." "He may like Lillian," said Lord Earle. "Yes," assented Lady Helena. "Sweet Lily she seems almost too pure and fair for this dull earth of ours."
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