“I must be dreaming,” he told himself.
He knew that even more than she had done last night Larentia personified the Goddess Diana and he felt as if she had stepped out of a picture, or from Olympus, and now stood beside him in human guise still with her divinity about her.
With an effort to become more normal he said,
“As I see how greatly Tennyson’s poems interest you, Miss King, I hope you will accept them to read while you are here. You may also take them away with you, if you wish.”
“May I do that?” Larentia asked. “How very kind! I have wanted so much to read this latest book of his poems.”
The way she spoke told the Duke, without words, that she had been unable to afford to buy it and he wondered why she had not asked one of her many admirers while she was on stage, to give her
