but he admired her while he loved Stella.

“You are right, Lenore,” he said. “She is beautiful.”

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Lady Lenore bowed her head. She, like all else who came within the circle of the mistress of Wyndward, obeyed her.

“Very well, I am a little tired. Good-night!”

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She nodded smilingly to him, and went away, and he turned back to the hall.

As he did so the billiard-room door opened, and Lord Charles put out his head.

“One game, Ley?” he said.

Lord Leycester shook his head.

“Not to-night, Charlie.”

Lord Charles looked at him, then laughed, and withdrew his head.

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“I have only just come up,” he replied.

The countess smiled again.

“You have been up nearly half an hour.”

He was almost guilty of a blush.

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