An Ambitious Man

This particular young face, however, stirred her with those half-

painful, half-pleasurable emotions which certain perfumes awake in

us--vague reminders of joys lost or unattained, of dreams broken or

unrealised. Added to this, it reminded her of someone she had known,

yet she could not place the resemblance.

"Oh, to be young and beautiful like that!" she sighed as she buried

her face in her pillow that night. "And since I cannot be, if only

Alice had that girl's face."

And because Alice did not have it, the Baroness went to sleep with a

feeling of bitter resentment against its possessor, the beautiful

young organist of St Blank's.