But Rose had no idea of pining in maiden solitude, even if she lost the fascinating Reginald, and she knew that homely old saw about coming to the ground between two stools.
M.La Touche had the good fortune to produce a pleasing impression upon all to whom he was introduced.

He was very good-looking, with dark Canadian eyes and hair, and olive skin.

He was rather small and slight, and his large dark eyes were dreamy, and his smile as gentle as a girl's.
Mr.Stanford, resigned his place on the sofa to M.La Touche, and Rose and the young Canadian were soon chattering busily in French.
"Why did you not write and tell me you were coming ?" "Because I did not know I was coming.

Rose, I am the luckiest fellow alive!" His dark eyes sparkled; his olive face flushed.

Rose looked at him wonderingly.
"How ?" "I have had a fortune left me.