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"I needn't say how glad I am to see you, Falconer," he said, "or how

delighted the countess and the rest of them will be. You must be

prepared for a little hero worship, I'm afraid, for the countess has

been diligent in spreading the story of your pluck."

As he lovingly took off Nell's shawl, he whispered: "Dearest, how sweet and beautiful you look! If you knew how proud I

am--how proud and happy!"

Then he led them into the drawing-room. A number of guests had already

arrived, and as the countess came forward and kissed Nell, they looked

at her with a keen curiosity, though it was politely veiled.

Nell was a little pale as the countess introduced her to one after

another of the county people; but Drake stood near her; and everybody,

prepossessed by her youth, and the girlish dignity and modesty which

characterized her, was very kind and pleasant; and soon the threatened

fit of shyness passed off, and she felt at her ease.

The room, large as it was, got rather crowded. Guests were still

arriving. Some of the women were magnificently dressed in honor of the

occasion, but Nell's simple frock distinguished her, as the plain

evening dress of the American ambassador is said to distinguish him

among the rich uniforms and glittering orders of the queen's levee; and

the women recognized and approved her good taste in appearing so simply

dressed.

"She is sweetly pretty," murmured the local duchess to Lady Northgate.

"I don't wonder at Lord Angleford's losing his heart. Half the men in

the room would fall in love with her if she were free. And I like that

quiet, reticent manner of hers; not a bit shy, but dignified and yet

girlish. Yes, Lord Angleford is to be congratulated."

"So he would be if she were not half so pretty," said Lady Northgate;

"for he is evidently too happy for words. See how he looks at her!"

"Who is that bright-looking young fellow?" asked the duchess, putting up

her pince-nez at Dick.

"That is her brother. Isn't he like her? They are devoted to each other;

and that is Mr. Falconer, the great violinist. Of course, you've heard

the story----"

"Oh, dear, yes," said the duchess. "And I want to congratulate him. I

wish you'd bring the boy to me, dear."

Lady Northgate went after him, but at that moment a young lady with

laughing eyes came into the room, and Dick started and actually blushed.