human
Is she not beautiful, dear Ernest? Does she not remind you of some bright, rich, tropical flower?
gpt
Or some bright-winged, gorgeous little butterfly--yes, said Lord De Courcy.
human
But, Maude, it seems to me--I can not account for it--but it seems as if I had seen her somewhere before.
gpt
Oh, my lord! have you, too, observed it? cried Lady Maude, breathlessly.
human
It was the first thing that struck me, too. How very singular!
gpt
I suppose she resembles some one we have both known. There is no accounting for the strange likenesses we see sometimes in total strangers. Well, what do you intend to do with this little bird of paradise you have caught?
human
Let her remain here in charge of the housekeeper. I cannot account for the strange interest I feel in this little one, Ernest.
gpt
I should like to see the child you do not feel an interest in, Maude, he said, smiling.
human
But are there no means of finding out to whom she belongs? Her parents may be living, and lamenting her loss, even now, dear wife.