had gone before. ‘ Mr. Holt finds himself obliged to remain in town over night, and would like to pay his respects to you,’ said she to her father.
“The Colonel immediately rose, looking very grand as he turned and surveyed his daughter with his clear penetrating eye.”
“ ‘You have a lover, have you not?’ he asked, laying his hand on her bare and beautifully polished shoulder.
“An odd little smile crossed her lip. She looked at her hands on which never a ring shone, and coquettishly tossed her head. ‘Let the gentleman speak for himself,’ said she, ‘I give no man his title until he has earned it.’
“Her father laughed. A lover was not such a dreadful thing in his eyes provided he were worthy. And Jacqueline would not choose unworthily of course—a Japha and his daughter! ‘Well then,’ said he, ‘let us see if he can make good his title; Holt is not a bad name and Boston is not a poor place to hail from.’ And without more ado, they hurried from the room. But the light had all died out from her face! What did it mean?