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Updated: June 13, 2025
Daisy Medland was radiant as she turned from Norburn's pale thoughtful face and careless garb to Dick Derosne, the outward perfection of a well-born, well-made, well-dressed Englishman, bowing, smiling, and debonair.
Daisy liked Norburn very much how much she never quite knew but there was no doubt that two young men were a pleasant change from one, and the contrast between them increased the charm a novel charm to her of the situation, for she was well aware that, different as they were from one another, strong as the contrast was, they were both at this moment thinking precisely the same thought, namely, "Who's this fellow, and what does he want?" a coincidence which again shows that Norburn's theories had much to do before they conquered the world.
It seemed as though all his devotion, ay, and he did not scruple to say to himself all his real gifts were to weigh as nothing against the cut of a coat and the "sit" of a cravat for to such elemental constituents his merciless and jealous analysis reduced poor Dick Derosne's attractions. Little recked Dick of Norburn's feelings in the glow of his triumph.
"Why not? He can't catch cold to-day." "Oh, he'd take root and never go away just as I do, when I stand near you, you know." It is not proposed to set out the rest of their conversation. Daisy forgot Norburn's gloomy face, Dick forgot every face but Daisy's, and the usual things were said and done. An appeal to the memory of any reader will probably give a result accurate enough.
"As long as my constituents approve of my action, I am content. But I am grieved not to be able to help you." "But, in spite of present differences, surely your good word would carry weight. My name is, I believe, already before the Premier, and if it was backed by your support " "Let me recommend you," said Puttock sourly, "to try to obtain Mr. Norburn's good word.
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