It was all quite too perfect....But if Gathbroke
had come first his qualifications might have proved quite as puissant, and
no doubt Tom Abbott, who retained his school-history hatred of the entire
English race, would have provided the opposition and perhaps influenced the
family.
She swept her intoxicating lashes along the faint bloom high on her olive
cheeks and then raised her eyes suddenly to the tormented ones opposite.
She also smiled softly, alluringly, as little fascinating wretches will who
know nothing of the passions of men.
"I think you should follow Mr. Gwynne's example and stay here with us." He
thought of silver chimes and contrasted her voice with Gora Dwight's angry
contralto: he always thought of Gora in phrases. "So many Englishmen live
out here and adore it."
"I'm perfectly satisfied with my own country, thank you."
Alexina, who was feeling intensely American at the moment, curled her lip.
"Oh, of course. We have had plenty of those, too. Scarcely any of them
becomes naturalized. Just use and enjoy the country and give as little in
return as possible."
"Really? I fancy they must give rather a lot in return or they would hardly
be tolerated. No native has worked harder than Elton these last days.
I understand most of them are in business or ranching and have married
California girls."
"Oh, they have redeeming points." And then having satisfied her curiosity
as to how hazel eyes looked when angry she gave him a dazzling smile.
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