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She made her brother talk of himself, his hopes, his prospects.

He spoke slowly and with effort. They passed words to each other

as players at a game pass counters. Sibyl felt oppressed. She

could not communicate her joy. A faint smile curving that sullen

mouth was all the echo she could win. After some time she became

silent. Suddenly she caught a glimpse of golden hair and laughing

lips, and in an open carriage with two ladies Dorian Gray drove

past.

She started to her feet. "There he is!" she cried.

"Who?" said Jim Vane.

"Prince Charming," she answered, looking after the victoria.

He jumped up and seized her roughly by the arm. "Show him to me.

Which is he? Point him out. I must see him!" he exclaimed; but at

that moment the Duke of Berwick's four-in-hand came between, and

when it had left the space clear, the carriage had swept out of

the park.

"He is gone," murmured Sibyl sadly. "I wish you had seen him."