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Immediately beneath, where Katherine and her nurse sat, were Constance
and her Mephistophelian consort. The former was saying:
"And thou dost say she is extremely beautiful? In what particular is
this queen of thine so entrancing, is it in face or form?"
"Her face is divine, and her form ravishes one with delight."
"She is indeed fortunate to be such a goddess. If she is a
lady-in-waiting to the Royal suite she will depart to-morrow!" and
there was relief in the supposition. Constance continued: "I saw my
kinsman's list of invitation, and among them all there was not one
fitting thy description of this paragon, Adrian!"
"She had the bearing of a princess; she must be a person of note!"
"Adrian,"--and she grasped his arm tightly,--"dost think, thou knowing
the ways of men, Cedric could have some bright being here to keep
him from the dumps, and when guests are present, hides her in some
remoteness?" There was more in Constance' meaning than what she said.
"Nay, nay, any man would be proud to--yet, if Cedric loved he would be
very jealous!"
"Thinkest thou so?"
"I am positive.


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