Book Excerpt: For the time being she raised her eyes and looked into LordBracondale's, and something told her they were the nicest eyes she hadever seen in this world.Then when a voluble French count had rushed up, with garrulous apologiesfor being late, the party was complete, and they swept into therestaurant.Theodora sat between the Western millionaire and the Russian Prince, butbeyond--it was a round table, only just big enough to hold them--cameher hostess and Lord Bracondale, and two or three times at dinner theyspoke, and very often she felt his eyes fixed upon her.Mrs. McBride, like all American widows, was an admirable hostess; theconversation never flagged, or the gayety for one moment.The Western millionaire was shrewd, and announced some quaint truthswhile he picked his teeth with an audible sound."This is his first visit to Europe," Princess Worrzoff said afterwardsto Theodora by way of explanation. "He is so colossally rich he don'tneed to worry about such things at his tiRead More