_Chapter III.--Sacrifice:_
Who has forgotten the memorable scene in the Metropolitan Opera House,
when the beautiful Miss Winship took the vast audience by storm, causing
almost a panic, which was exclusively reported in these columns?
It was followed by a greater sensation.
Rumour ran through the ranks of the Four Hundred, and the rustle of it was
as the wind in a great forest. For one of the proudest titles from beyond
the sea, before which the wealth and fashion of the city had marshalled
their attractions, had passed them by to kneel at the feet of the lovely
scholar.
The Earl of Strathay is the twelfth Earl of his house. He is twenty-one
years old. His mother, the Countess Strathay, famous as a beauty, has been
prominent in the "Prince's set."
Witley Castle, his seat, is one of the show places of England, though
financially embarrassed by the follies of the late Earl.
It was Lord Strathay's intention, upon landing in New York to go West in a
week; but he looked upon the fair investigator, and to look is to love.
He laid his title at the feet of the lovely daughter of Democracy, but
with that smile whose sweetness is a marvel to all men, she shook her
beautiful head.
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