urself on being a match for any man,
and being able to keep any ardent suitor at arm's length, and here you
are in a funk! It's ashamed of you I am, Myra Rostrevor!"

She did actually feel ashamed of herself for being so disturbed by Don
Carlos's extravagant words, and mentally decided she would snub him
severely at the first opportunity.

The opportunity presented itself sooner than she anticipated. Next
afternoon she strolled into her aunt's drawing room, and her heart gave
a queer little convulsive jump when she found Lady Fermanagh engaged in
animated conversation with Don Carlos.

"Myra, dear, I'm so glad you have come in," exclaimed her aunt. "Allow
me to introduce Don Carlos de Ruiz. Don Carlos, my niece, Miss Myra
Rostrevor."

Don Carlos was en his feet, and he bowed low smilingly.

"Miss Rostrevor and I have already been introduced, dear lady, but I
did not know the senorita was your niece," he said. "What a delightful
surprise! I had the honour of dancing with Miss Rostrevor last night
at Lady Trencrom's ball."

As on the previous night, Myra found herself somewhat at a loss. She
gave him her hand, and he bowed over it, holding it a moment longer
than necessary. At that moment a footman appeared at the drawing room
door.

"Pardon, your ladyship," he said. "The Countess of Carbis wishes to
speak to you on the telephone."

"Good! I particularly want to speak to her," said Lady Fermanagh,
rising. "Excuse me, Don Carlos. Myra, my dear, give Don Carlos some
tea."

Don Carlos laughed softly as the door closed behind her ladyship, and
his dark eyes were sparkling wickedly as he looked at Myra.

"Did I not warn you, sweet lady, that love would find a way?" he said.
"We have a proverb in Spain that the way to make sure of winning a girl
is to make love to her mother. As you have no mother, I made love last
night to Lady Fermanagh, who, I was told, is your guardian, and she
invited me to call. Hence my presence here. The fates are kind, and
now I can make love to you in earnest. Myra, darling, my heart is all
afire with love for you, and all my being is crying out for you."

Myra drew herself up to her full height, regarding him disdainfully and
endeavouring to put all the hauteur she could summon up into her manner
and expression.

"Here in England, Don Carlos, we call a man a cad who persists in
attempting to force his unwanted attentions on a girl," she remarked
icily. "I do not know