Dwight," he asserted.

That young woman did not know why she resented more than usual his
wheedling attentions. Lady Jim had invited the millionaire to join their
party, as the girl very well knew, in order to give her charges a chance
at him. Not that Lady Farquhar liked the man. She knew him quite well
for an ill-bred little snob at heart. But he would pass muster in a
crowd, and none of the young women of the party could afford to sniff at
two millions sterling. It was entirely probable that Joyce, with her
beauty and her clear vision of the need of money in the scheme of
things, would marry as well as if she had a mother to look out for her.
But Lady Jim felt it her duty to plan for India and Moya. She was more
anxious about Miss Dwight than the other Irish girl, for Moya was likely
to bolt the traces. Her friendships with men were usually among
ineligibles. Verinder had shown a decided drift in her direction, but
the girl had not encouraged him in the least. If she had been possessed
of an independent fortune she could not have been more airily
indifferent to his advances.

Since Captain Kilmeny had joined the party in Denver the plans of Lady
Farquhar had been modified. The soldier had taken an early opportunity
to tell her that he meant to ask Moya Dwight to marry him. He had been
in love with her for years and had asked her just before his regiment
left for India the last time. The captain was not rich, but he had
enough. It happened too that he was a clean honest gentleman who had
made a reputation for efficiency and gallantry in the army. If he was
not brilliant, he was at least thorough. Lady Farquhar was quite willing
to back his suit so far as she could.

"He's our kind, Ned Kilmeny is," she had told her husband. "I gave Moya
her chance with Verinder but I should have been disappointed in her if
she had taken him. If she will only fall in love with Ned I'll forgive
her all the queer things she is always doing."

Farquhar had chuckled. "It's an odds-on chance she'll not fancy him,
Di."

"For Heaven's sake, why not?" his wife had asked impatiently. "Does she
expect to marry an emperor?"

"I don't know what she expects. The subject of matrimony is not
all-important to Moya yet. But some day it will be--and then may I be
there to see!"

"You're so ridiculously wrapped up in her," Lady Jim accused with a
smile. "Why do you expect her love affair to be so interesting? For my
part, I think Ned quite good