alking together when Prince Ugo joined them. He looked hardly over twenty-five, his wavy black h

Saxondale tells me you are to ma

eyes. An instant later his gaze roamed away into the horde of passing w

ow. She was a child when I knew her. Is she here this morning?" ask

Ah, I see them now." The young p

g young woman be the little Dorothy of New York days? He could scarcely be

" said Lady Frances, with a peculiar gleam in her eye. For a second the young lady at Quentin's side exhibited

were playmates in the old days. Dear

ury has treated you," he said, galla

led upon the adoring prince and turned again to Quentin

ave grown older and worse. Mrs. Garrison may doubt that I could possibl

Less than fifty, still handsome, haughty and arrogant, descended through a long line of American aristocracy, calm, resourceful, heartless. For fifteen years a widow, with no other object than to live at the top and to marry her only child into a realm far beyond the dreams of other American mothers. Millions had she to flaunt in the faces of an astonished, marveling people. Clever, tac

yhood had inspired, by deliberately seeking flaws in her beauty, her figure, her manner. After a time he felt her more wonderful than ever.

r. Quentin to himself. "By George, it's a shame!" He did not s

ed: "Are you in London for long, Dorothy?"

hat the invitation was sincerely given. "Lady Marnham is having some people in to-m

ry of my past life. You didn't know I'd been prim

last words of the American, and a small, clear lin

of one who understands and denies without the use of words. Lord Bob had wanted to kick him when