As he stood thus alone in a deep bay-window, shaded by giant palms, some

one paused beside him.

"Our little débutante has surpassed herself to-night; she is fairest of

the fair!"

Darrell turned to see at his side Walcott, faultlessly attired, elegant,

nonchalant; a half-smile playing about his lips as through half-closed

eyes he watched the dancers. Instantly all the antagonism in Darrell's

nature rose against the man; strive as he might, he was powerless to

subdue it. There was no trace of it in his voice, however, as he

answered, quietly,-"Miss Underwood certainly looks very beautiful to-night."

"She has matured marvellously of late," continued the other, in low,

pleasant tones; "her development within the past few weeks has been

remarkable. But that is to be expected in women of her style, and this

is but the beginning. Mark my words, Mr. Darrell," Walcott faced his

auditor with a smile, "Miss Underwood's beauty to-night is but the pale

shining of a taper beside one of those lights yonder, compared with what

it will be a few years hence; are you aware of that?"

"It had not occurred to me," Darrell replied, with studied calmness, for

the conversation was becoming distasteful to him.

"Look at her now!" said Walcott, bowing and smiling as Kate floated past

them, but regarding her with a scrutiny that aroused Darrell's quick

resentment; "very fair, very lovely, I admit, but a trifle too slender;

a little too colorless, too neutral, as it were! A few years will change

all that. You will see her a woman of magnificent proportions and with

the cold, neutral tints replaced by warmth and color. I have made a

study of women, and I know that class well. Five or ten years from now

she will be simply superb, and at the age when ordinary women lose their

power to charm she will only be in the zenith of her beauty."

The look and tone accompanying the words filled Darrell with indignation

and disgust.

"You will have to excuse me," he said, coldly; "you seem, as you say, to

have made a study of women from your own standpoint, but our standards

of beauty differ so radically that further discussion of the subject is

useless."

"Ah, well, every man according to his taste, of course," Walcott

remarked, indifferently, and, turning lightly, he walked away, a faint

gleam of amusement lighting his dark features.

Half an hour later, as Darrell glided over the floor with Kate, some

irresistible force drew his glance towards the bay-window where within

the shadow of the palms Walcott was now standing alone, suave as ever.

Their eyes met for an instant only, and Walcott smiled. The dance went

on, but the smile, like a poisoned shaft, entered Darrell's soul and

rankled there.




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