ly seductive dimple in each
cheek, and another in the centre of her daintily-rounded chin.

A lovely, fascinating and bewitching girl, whom the fates and the
fairies had endowed with that undefinable gift we call "charm." And
Myra had charmed the hearts out of many men, while remaining herself
heart-whole. She was still heart-whole although she was engaged to be
married to Tony Standish, and she had left her fiance no illusions on
that point.

"Yes, I'll marry you, Tony, but I don't love you," she had told him,
when he proposed a second time after having been rejected on the first
occasion. "I'm going to marry you because Aunt Clarissa insists I must
marry a rich man, and you happen to be the least objectionable rich man
who wants me. I like you, Tony, and think you are rather a dear, but I
want you to understand I'm not in love, and you will be buying me. I'm
selling myself simply because I love all the good things of life,
because you can pay for them, and because Aunt Clarissa keeps badgering
me to marry and I am dependent on her for practically everything."

"You have turned down other fellows as rich as I am who were crazy
about you, and other men much more attractive, so you must love me a
little, Myra dear," Tony had responded. "I am going to make you love
me a lot."

Antony Standish had a good conceit of himself, which was hardly
surprising, for he was the only child of a very rich man, had been
pampered and made much of in his childhood, and later had been toadied
to and sought after by women as well as men, first as heir to, and
subsequently as the actual possessor of, a vast fortune. Many girls
with an eye on the main chance had set their caps at him, angled for
him, and made no secret of their willingness to become Mrs. Antony
Standish, and Tony was not unaware of the fact.

Perhaps it was because Myra Rostrevor had always seemed to be totally
indifferent to him that he had lost his heart to her, and made up his
mind to win her and make her his wife at all costs. It had not been
easy, but Tony had found a very willing ally in the person of Myra's
aunt, Clarissa, Lady Fermanagh. For Lady Fermanagh was only too
anxious to get her orphan niece off her hands, not only because Myra
was an expense, but because her madcap exploits occasionally drove her
almost to distraction, while her heartbreaking flirtations were the
cause of gossip.

Like her fiance, Myra was an only child, who had been allowed