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Updated: May 27, 2025
Vaura and her partner laughed heartily over the amusing scene. "How innocent Sir Tilton looked, and one could see it was intentional," laughed Vaura; "no more dinners at the ancestral home of Lord Lisleville; no more shooting for the culprit," she continued. "How happy the betrothed looks now," said Del Castello, "Cupid's bow is powerful."
"Or into them," laughed her partner, as entering the ball-room they went careering at full speed down the small spaces. "Beg pardon, Lord Lisleville," cried Sir Tilton, as he dashed against an ancient beau with a long rent-roll, who with his fiancee, a pretty little French girl, who had been trying to put him out of step in order to dance with her young Lochinvar.
Lord Lisleville, with inward curses on Everly and his own temerity in attempting to dance on a waxed floor, with his gouty leg and bought curls, was a droll figure, as with his handkerchief tied over his head and his face a whirlpool of wrath, he was knocked hither and thither by the dancers in the vain attempt to recover his gay tresses.
Sir Tilton," and pitying him she said, knowing just how he was feeling; "see there is one couple you have made happy to-night," as the little prospective bride of Lord Lisleville with her lover passed, with smiles to Sir Tilton. "Fools' paradise, she belongs to Lord Lisleville; that wouldn't satisfy me." "You are a spoiled boy, you want too much." "I want you, my enchantress."
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