Capital Structuring

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 18 . Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XI THE DISCOVERY OF LORD LOVELAND BY AMERICA It was a brilliant scene into the midst of which Loveland plunged. Society begins to dine earlier in New York than in London; therefore at eight o'clock dinner was in full swing. There was scarcely an empty table; and many of the women being in hats and semi-evening ... Read More

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 18 . Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XI THE DISCOVERY OF LORD LOVELAND BY AMERICA It was a brilliant scene into the midst of which Loveland plunged. Society begins to dine earlier in New York than in London; therefore at eight o'clock dinner was in full swing. There was scarcely an empty table; and many of the women being in hats and semi-evening dress, the red and gold restaurant suggested to the newcomer a living picture of Paris. He had had the forethought to telephone down and order a table to be kept for him, and informing an interrogative waiter that he was Lord Loveland, he learned that his place might be found at the far end of the room. It looked a very far end indeed, gazing across an intervening sea of flower-like hats, charming faces, and jewelled necks that glimmered white under film of lace and tulle, but Loveland was not shy. Among all the men who protected the charming faces, his sweeping, faintly supercilious glance did not show him one whose physical advantages he need envy. He rather enjoyed his progress, winding on and on along narrow paths between rose-burdened tables, with lovely eyes lifting to his as he passed by. He wondered if any pair of those eyes was destined to look down his own table at Loveland Castle some day. Well, they should be beautiful eyes to deserve the honour, was the thought which slipped vaguely through his head, and then his own eyes brightened with the light of recognition. There, at a large table decorated with white and purple violets, sat Elinor Coolidge, her father, Mrs. Milton and Fanny, and two men whom Loveland had never seen before. Standing, and bending slightly down to talk in a confidential tone with one of these men, was Major Cadwallader Hunter. His back was turned towards Loveland, who recognised him instantly, however, by th... Read Less