"And how shall the queen judge?" she asked. "I must give you an answer that is no answer at all. 'The wind bloweth where it listeth': she goes where her heart goes."
Her face flushed as she said it; mine also, for I read in it a declaration, and my heart swelled for joy. But Chevenix grew pale.
"You make of life a very dreadful kind of a lottery, ma'am," said he. "But I will not despair. Honest and unornamental is still my choice."
And I must say he looked extremely handsome and very amusingly like the marble statue with its nose in the air to which I had compared him.
"I cannot imagine how we got upon this subject," said Flora.
"Madam, it was through the war," replied Chevenix.
"All roads lead to Rome," I commented. "What else would you expect Mr. Chevenix and myself to talk of?"
About this time I was conscious of a certain bustle and movement in the room behind me, but did not pay to it that degree of attention which perhaps would have been wise. There came a certain change in Flora's face; she signalled repeatedly with her fan; her eyes appealed to me obsequiously; there could be no doubt that she wanted something—as well as I could make out, that I should go away and leave the field clear for my rival, which I had not the least idea of doing. At last she rose from her chair with impatience.
"I think it time you were saying good-night, Mr. Ducie!" she said.
I could not in the least see why, and said so.
Whereupon she gave me this appalling answer, "My aunt is coming out of the card-room."
In less time than it takes to tell, I had made my bow
