your supper
party?" And presently they were both seated in mammoth armchairs in the
cozy library.

"I hope, my dear boy, you have all the information you want about
Canada," Mr. Markrute said. "You could not find two more influential
people than Sir Philip and the Colonel. I asked--" but Lord Tancred
interrupted him.

"I don't care a farthing more about Canada!" he flashed out. "I have
made up my mind. If you really meant what you said to-day, I will marry
your niece, and I don't care whether she has a penny or no."

The financier's plans had indeed culminated with a rush!

But he expressed no surprise, merely raised his eyebrows mildly and
puffed some blue rings of smoke, as he answered:

"I always mean what I say, only I do not care for people to do things
blindly. Now that you have seen my niece are you sure she would suit
you? I thought, after all, perhaps not, to-night: she is certainly a
difficult person. It would be no easy task for any man to control
her--as a wife."

[Illustration: "The whole expression of her face changed as he came and
leaned upon the piano."]

"I don't care for tame women," Lord Tancred said. "It is that very
quality of difficulty which has inspired me. By George! did you ever see
such a haughty bearing? It will take a man's whole intelligence to know
which bit to use."

"She may close her teeth on whatever bit you use, and bolt with it. Do
not say afterwards that I let you take her blindly."

"Why does she look at me with such hate?" Lord Tancred was just going to
ask--and then he stopped himself. It was characteristic of him that now
he had made up his mind he would not descend to questions or details--he
would find all out later for himself--but one thing he must know: had
she really consented to marry him? If so, she had her own reasons, of
course, and desire for himself was not among them; but, somehow, he felt
sure they were not sordid or paltry ones. He had always liked dangerous
games--the most unbroken polo ponies to train in the country, the
freshest horses, the fiercest beasts to stalk and kill--and why not a
difficult wife? It would add an adorable spice to the affair. But as he
was very honest with himself he knew, underneath, that it was not wholly
even this instinct, but that she had cast some spell over him and that
he must have her for his own.

"You might very well ask her history," Francis Markrute said. He could
be so gracious when he liked, and he really adm