I looked in courts and palaces, I looked in country houses, but I could not find her.

I looked at home and abroad, I looked at all times and all seasons, but I could not find her." He saw a shadow come over the sweet, pure face as though she felt sorry for him.
"So time passed, and I began to think that I should never find my ideal, that I must give her up, when one day, quite unexpectedly, I saw her." There was a gleam of sympathy in the blue eyes.
"I found her at last," he continued.

"It was one bright June morning; she was sitting out among the roses, ten thousand times fairer and sweeter than they." She looked at him with a startled glance; not the faintest idea had occurred to her that he was speaking of her.
"Do you understand me ?" he asked.
"I--I am frightened, Lord Arleigh." "Nay, why should you fear?
What is there to fear?
It is true.

The moment I saw you sitting here I knew that you were my ideal, found at last." "But," she said, with the simple wonder of a child.

"I am not like the portrait you sketched." "You are unlike it only because you are a hundred times fairer," he replied; "that is why I inquired about you--why I asked so many questions.