"And I am afraid you are aping Ophelia. Now, you are not in
her line at all; for one thing, you are too handsome."
Lady Dacre looked at him keenly, smiled with a moisture in her eyes, and
came up to him.
"How much too much do I take for granted?" she asked softly. Sir Temple
burst into a laugh, and kissed her.
"We will borrow poor Archdale's scales, and weigh it, and find out," he
answered.
There was over a week of the beautiful weather that midsummer brings,
and the days passed full of gayety. Both Archdale and his mother did
everything for the enjoyment of their guests. They showed them the most
beautiful views on shore, and by sailing took them to places of interest
not to be reached by land, while dinner-parties and garden-parties made
them acquainted with the best society of the city. From morning until
night the house was full of talk, and jest, and laughter. Among the
guests one day had been Mr. Royal and Mrs. Eveleigh. They had come with
Colonel and Madam Pepperell, at whose house they were then visiting, in
accordance with a promise made the autumn before when the Colonel and
his wife had been guests of Mr.
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