"
"Let us speak of something else then," said Lord Loring. "What do you
think of Miss Eyrecourt?"
"A very striking face; full of expression and character. Leonardo would
have painted a noble portrait of her. But there is something in her
manner--" He stopped, unwilling or unable to finish the sentence.
"Something you don't like?" Lord Loring suggested.
"No; something I don't quite understand. One doesn't expect to find any
embarrassment in the manner of a well-bred woman. And yet she seemed to
be embarrassed when she spoke to me. Perhaps I produced an unfortunate
impression on her."
Lord Loring laughed. "In any man but you, Romayne, I should call that
affectation."
"Why?" Romayne asked, sharply.
Lord Loring looked unfeignedly surprised. "My dear fellow, do you really
think you are the sort of man who impresses a woman unfavorably at first
sight? For once in your life, indulge in the amiable weakness of
doing yourself justice--and find a better reason for Miss Eyrecourt's
embarrassment."
For the first time since he and his friend had been talking together,
Romayne turned toward Stella.
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