"You see what comes of trespassing in forbidden places.

I did not intend you to see that young lady." "Why not ?" he asked, abruptly.
"The answer to your question would be superfluous," she replied.
"But, Philippa, tell me at least who she is." "That I cannot do," she replied, and then the magnificent face was lighted with a smile.

"Is she your ideal woman, Norman ?" she asked.
"My dear Philippa," he answered, gravely, "she is the idea," woman herself neither more nor less." "Found at last!" laughed the duchess.

"For all that, Norman, you must not look it her." "Why not?
Is she married--engaged ?" "Married?
That girl! Why, she has only just left school.

If you really wish to know who she is I will tell you; but you must give me your word not to mention it." "I promise," he replied.
He wondered why the beautiful face grew crimson and the dark eyes dropped.
"She is a poor relative of ours," said the duchess, "poor, you understand--nothing else." "Then she is related to the duke ?" he interrogated.
"Yes, distantly; and, after a fashion, we have adopted her.