ut she would not submit to it! She would find some way out.

As yet she had not even noticed Tristram's charm, that something which
drew all other women to him but had not yet appealed to her. She saw on
the rare occasions in which she had looked at him that he was very
handsome--but so had been Ladislaus, and so was Mimo; and all men were
selfish or brutes.

She was half English herself, of course, and that part of her--the calm,
common sense of the nation, would assert itself presently; but for the
time, everything was too strained through her resentment at fate.

And Tristram watched her from behind his _Evening Standard_, and was
unpleasantly thrilled with the passionate hate and resentment and all
the varying; storms of feeling which convulsed her beautiful face.

He was extremely sensitive, in spite of his daring _insouciance_ and his
pride. It would be perfectly impossible to even address her again while
she was in this state.

And so this splendid young bride and bridegroom, not understanding each
other in the least, sat silent and constrained, when they should have
been in each other's arms; and presently, still in the same moods, they
came to Dover, and so to the Lord Warden Hotel.

Here the valet and maid had already arrived, and the sitting-room was
full of flowers, and everything was ready for dinner and the night.

"I suppose we dine at eight?" said Zara haughtily, and, hardly waiting
for an answer, she went into the room beyond and shut the door.

Here she rang for her maid and asked her to remove her hat.

"A hateful, heavy thing," she said, "and there is a whole hour
fortunately, before dinner, Henriette, and I want a lovely bath; and
then you can brush my hair, and it will be a rest."

The French maid, full of sympathy and excitement, wondered, while she
turned on the taps, how _Miladi_ should look so disdainful and calm.

"_Mon Dieu!_ if _Milor_ was my Raoul! I would be far otherwise," she
thought to herself, as she poured in the scent.

At a quarter to the hour of dinner she was still silently brushing her
mistress's long, splendid, red hair, while Zara stared into the glass in
front of her, with sightless eyes and face set. She was back in
Bournemouth, and listening to "_Maman's_ air." It haunted her and rang
in her head; and yet, underneath, a wild excitement coursed in her
blood.

A knock then came to the door, and when Henrietta answered it Tristram
passed her by and stepped into hi