My darling, give me a word and a smile." She had quite recovered herself then; she remembered that she was Duchess of Hazlewood--wife of the generous nobleman who was at her side.
She was mistress of herself in a moment.
"Have I alarmed you ?" she said.

"I did feel ill; but I am better now--quite well, in fact." She said to herself that she had her new life to begin, and the sooner she began it the better; so she made herself very charming to the young duke, and he was in ecstasies over the prize he had won.
Thenceforward[3] they lived happily enough.

If the young duke found his wife less loving, less tender of heart, than he had believed her to be, he had no complaint.
"She is so beautiful and gifted," he would say to himself.

"I cannot expect everything.

I know that she loves me, although she does not say much about it.