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eye, and exclaiming, "What's this? What's this?" he snatched up a
photograph which lay half under a pile of letters with foreign
"Oh! I forgot that was there," said Rose hastily.
"Who is the man?" demanded Charlie, eyeing the good-looking
countenance before him with a frown.
"That is the Honorable Gilbert Murray, who went up the Nile with
us and shot crocodiles and other small game, being a mighty
hunter, as I told you in my letters," answered Rose gaily, though ill
pleased at the little discovery just then, for this had been one of the
narrow escapes her uncle spoke of.
"And they haven't eaten him yet, I infer from the pile of letters?"
said Charlie jealously.
"I hope not. His sister did not mention it when she wrote last."
"Ah! Then she is your correspondent? Sisters are dangerous things
sometimes." And Charlie eyed the packet suspiciously.
"In this case, a very convenient thing, for she tells me all about her
brother's wedding, as no one else would take the trouble to do."
"Oh! Well, if he's married, I don't care a straw about him. I fancied
I'd found out why you are such a hard-hearted charmer. But if there
is no secret idol, I'm all at sea again." And Charlie tossed the
photograph into the drawer as if it no longer interested him.
"I'm hard-hearted because I'm particular and, as yet, do not find
anyone at all to my taste."
"No one?" with a tender glance.
"No one" with a rebellious blush, and the truthful addition "I see
much to admire and like in many persons, but none quite strong
and good enough to suit me. My heroes are old-fashioned, you
"Prigs, like Guy Carleton, Count Altenberg, and John Halifax I
know the pattern you goody girls like," sneered Charlie, who
preferred the Guy Livingston, Beauclerc, and Rochester style.
"Then I'm not a 'goody girl,' for I don't like prigs. I want a
gentleman in the best sense of the word, and I can wait, for I've
seen one, and know there are more in the world."
"The deuce you have! Do I know him?" asked Charlie, much
"You think you do," answered Rose with a mischievous sparkle in
"If it isn't Pem, I give it up. He's the best-bred fellow I know."
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