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'What, "The Wearing of the Green"? It was the dreariest dirge I ever listened to. 'Come, you shall not say so. When we go into the drawing-room, Nina shall sing it for you, and I'll wager you recant your opinion. 'And do you sing rebel canticles, Mademoiselle Kostalergi? 'Yes, I do all my cousin bids me. I wear a red cloak. How is it called? 'Connemara? Nina nodded.

Kostalergi seemed for a while to content himself with the secret resources of his daughter's successes, but at length he launched out into heavy play once more, and lost largely. It was in this strait that he bethought him of negotiating with a theatrical manager for Nina's appearance on the stage.

Walpole had obtained a short extension of his leave, and employed the time in endeavouring to make up his mind about a certain letter to Nina Kostalergi, which he had written nearly fifty times in different versions and destroyed. Neither his lordship nor his niece ever saw him.

'All that will not enable you to make a settlement on Nina Kostalergi. 'No; but I'll marry her all the same. 'I don't think so. 'Will you have a bet on it, Dick? What will you wager? 'A thousand ten, if I had it; but I'll give you ten pounds on it, which is about as much as either of us could pay. 'Speak for yourself, Master Dick.

A glance at the writing showed it was not in Kostalergi's hand, and, after a moment or two of hesitation, Kearney opened it. He turned at once for the writer's name, and read the words, 'Nina Kostalergi' his sister's child! 'Poor Matty, was all he could say for some minutes.

There was an actual flash of jealousy across her features when Miss Kearney proposed coming up to see you. 'And was this remarked, think you? 'Only by me. I saw, and let her see I saw it, and we understood each other from that moment. 'I mustn't let you mistake me. You are not to suppose that there is anything between Mademoiselle Kostalergi and myself.

The Prince of Delos led the fashion in equipage, as did the Princess in toilet; their dinners, their balls, their fêtes attracted the curiosity of even the highest to witness them; and to such a degree of notoriety had the Greek hospitality attained, that Naples at last admitted that without the Palazzo Kostalergi there would be nothing to attract strangers to the capital.

Nina Kostalergi was then about seventeen, though she looked at least three years older. She was a tall, slight, pale girl, with perfectly regular features so classic in the mould, and so devoid of any expression, that she recalled the face one sees on a cameo.

The sound of voices caught his ear, and he stopped, and now, looking stealthily through the brushwood, he saw Gorman O'Shea as he lay in a lounging attitude on a bench and smoked his cigar, while Nina Kostalergi was busily engaged in pinning up the skirt of her dress in a festoon fashion, which, to Cecil's ideas at least, displayed more of a marvellously pretty instep and ankle than he thought strictly warranted.

'No, my lord thriving, and likely to thrive. He has just been named envoy to the Ottoman Court. 'Bah! was all the reply his incredulity could permit. 'True, I assure you. Such is the estimation he is held in at Athens, the Greeks declare he has not his equal. You are aware that his name is Spiridion Kostalergi, and he claims to be Prince of Delos. 'With all my heart.

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