"Do please be good and kind to a poor
little harmless thing like me," they seemed to say to each fresh
comer, "for you are such a nice man;" but Malcolm, who saw plenty of
girls in town, took no notice of a little country chit's airs and
graces; indeed, he thought Nora Brent far more attractive--human
kittens not being to his taste.
"I don't think much of the fine gentleman from London," whispered
Tina rather venomously to Nora when the game was finished. "I hate a
town prig like poison."
"Anyhow he played splendidly, and has given us a regular beating,"
returned her friend, who would willingly have exchanged partners.
There was nothing exciting in playing with an old friend like David
Carlyon, who was a sort of connection of the Brents, indeed, a
distant, a very distant cousin: but Malcolm's dark intellectual face
and rather melancholy eyes somewhat attracted Nora.
Nora had her wish presently, and again Mr. Carlyon was Malcolm's
opponent; this time a Miss Douglas was his partner. It was a well-
contested game, but again Malcolm was the victor; but he wore his
honours meekly.
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