It was a face to think and dream of, peerless in its vivid, exquisite coloring and charmingly molded features.

He hardly noticed the fair-haired girl.
"Who can she be ?" thought Lord Airlie.

"I believed that I had seen every beautiful woman in London." Satisfied with having seen what kind of face accompanied the voice, the young earl left the pretty rose thicket.

His friends must have thought him slightly deranged.

He went about asking every one, "Who is here today ?" Among others, he saluted Lord Dolchester with that question.
"I can scarcely tell you," replied his lordship.