From where
I stood I could catch a glimpse of the profile, the nose and firm chin,
the exquisite mouth, to kiss which I would gladly have given up any
number of fortunes. The cheek had that delicate curve of a rose leaf,
and when the warm blood surged into it there was a color as matchless
as that of a jack-rose. Ah, but I loved her. Suddenly the music
ceased.
"There is a mirror over the piano, Jack," she said, without turning her
head.
So I crossed the room and sat down in the chair nearest her. I vaguely
wondered if, at the distance, she had seen the love in my eyes when I
thought myself unobserved.
"I thank you for those lovely roses," she said, smiling and permitting
me to press her hand.
"Don't mention it," I replied. It is so difficult for a man to say
original things in the presence of the woman he loves! "I have great
news for you. It reads like a fairy tale, you know; happy ever
afterward, and all that."
"Ah!"
"Yes. Do you remember my telling you of a rich uncle who lived in the
South?"
"Is it possible that he has left you a fortune?" she cried, her eyes
shining.
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