A Mental St^'uggle. 19
nlways punctual. Eh ? eh ? What has happened to her
" She is coming—comin.sf! ' Great people move slowly,'"
quotes Patricia lightly, with a smile and a dainty shrug of
her shoulders. " Ah, speak of an angel! "
She pauses expressively, and Felix Brown looks up
quickly, from his seat next Lady Olivia, as the door slowly
opens. A slender figure, gowned all in simplest white,
comes serenely up the room, calm, unsmiling, to where
Mrs. Brown is sitting—a young girl, with a haughty head
and the carriage of a queen, with a cold pure mouth and
two great violet eyes full of slumbering passion. There is
something in the very fold of her hand, as it droops motion¬
less at her side, half clenched, that speaks to the young
man so intently watching her. Who is she ? What ? Did
Nature ever create another face such as hers—so proud, so
intolerant, so sweet ? He is hardly conscious of the intensity
of his gaze until a mere accident betrays it to him. The
girl, lifting her eyes with a slow resentful gi-ace, fixes them
full on hia.