g how to manage it.
Then she told herself that if he was good to her, she would buy him one
to be proud of before he returned to Yorkshire.

It was at the Elite Club Bryce Denning first saw him. He came in with
Shaw McLaren, a young man whose acquaintance was considered as most
definitely satisfactory. Vainly Bryce Denning had striven to obtain any
notice whatever from McLaren, whose exclusiveness was proverbial. Who
then was this stranger he appeared so anxious to entertain? His look of
supreme satisfaction, his high-bred air, and peculiar intonation quickly
satisfied Bryce as to his nationality.

"English, of course," he reflected, "and probably one of the aristocrats
that Shaw meets at his recently ennobled sister's place. He is forever
bragging about them. I must find out who Shaw's last British lion is,"
and just as he arrived at this decision the person appeared who could
satisfy him.

"That man!" was the reply to the inevitable question--"why, he is some
relative of the old lady Rawdon. He is staying at the Holland House,
but spends his time with the Rawdons, old and young; the young one is a
beauty, you know."

"Do you think so? She is a good deal at our house. I suppose the fellow
has some pretentions. Judge Rawdon will be a man hard to satisfy with a
son-in-law."

"I fancy his daughter will take that subject in her own hand. She
looks like a girl of spirit; and this man is not as handsome as most
Englishmen."

"Not if you judge him by bulk, but women want more than mere bulk; he
has an air of breeding you can't mistake, and he looks clever."

"His name is Mostyn. I have heard him spoken of. Would you like to know
him?"

"I could live without that honor"--then Bryce turned the conversation
upon a recent horse sale, and a few moments later was sauntering up the
avenue. He was now resolved to make up his quarrel with Dora. Through
Dora he could manage to meet Mostyn socially, and he smiled in
anticipation of that proud moment when he should parade in his own
friendly leash McLaren's new British lion. Besides, the introduction to
Mr. Mostyn might, if judiciously managed, promote his own acquaintance
with Shaw McLaren, a sequence to be much desired; an end he had
persistently looked for.

He went straight to his sister's apartments and touched the bell quite
gently. Her maid opened the door and looked annoyed and uncertain. She
knew all about the cruelly wicked opposition of Miss Denning's brother
to t