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"We
saw Sigurd this morning; he came home last night. He is very, very sorry
to have hurt you!"
"He need not apologize," said Duprez cheerfully. "I am delighted he gave
me this scar, otherwise I am confident he would have put out the eye of
Phil-eep. And that would have been a misfortune! For what would the
ladies in London say if _le beau_ Errington returned to them with one
eye! _Mon Dieu!_ they would all be en desespoir!"
Thelma looked up. Philip was standing at some little distance with Olaf
Gueldmar and Lorimer, talking and laughing gaily. His cap was slightly
pushed off his forehead, and the sun shone on his thick dark-chestnut
curls; his features, warmly colored by the wind and sea, were lit up
with mirth, and his even white teeth sparkled in an irresistible smile
of fascinating good-humor. He was the beau-ideal of the best type of
Englishman, in the full tide of youth, health and good spirits.
"I suppose he is a great favorite with all those beautiful ladies?" she
asked very quietly.


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