Where she failed--and she certainly had failed, was with Jack, who
though punctiliously polite was elusive and--never quite subdued.
Yet the discovery made, she neither pouted nor lost her temper,
but merely bided her time. Sooner or later, she knew, of course,
this boy, who had seen nothing of city life and who was evidently
dazed with all the magificence of the stately home overlooking the
Park, would find his happiest resting-place beneath the soft
plumage of her little wing. And if by any chance he should fall in
love with her--and what more natural; did not everybody fall in
love with her?--would it not be wiser to let him think she
returned it, especially if she saw any disposition on the young
man's part to thwart her undisputed sway of the household?
For months she had played her little game, yet to her amazement
none of the things she had anticipated had happened. Jack had
treated her as he would any other young woman of his acquaintance
--always with courtesy--always doing everything to oblige her, but
never yielding to her sway.
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