The fatal secret vexed her.

How foolish she had been to risk so much for a few stolen hours of happiness--for praise and flattery--she could not say for love.
* * * * * The time so anxiously looked for came at last.

Lord Earle took possession of his town mansion, and his daughters prepared for their debut.

It was in every respect a successful one.

People were in raptures with the beautiful sisters, both so charming yet so unlike.
Beatrice, brilliant and glowing, her magnificent face haunted those who saw it like a beautiful dream--Lillian, fair and graceful, as unlike her sister as a lily to a rose.
They soon became the fashion.