to do
everything she liked practically since infancy, and had come to expect,
and accept, homage, almost as a right. Her father, Sir Dennis
Rostrevor, had at one time been wealthy, but had lost practically
everything in the Rebellion, when the great house that had been the
home of the Rostrevors for generations was burned to the ground.

The loss broke his heart and killed him, and his death almost broke
Myra's heart and left her for a time distraught and inconsolable, for
she had loved and adored her handsome and indulgent father. Time,
however, speedily heals grief's wounds when one is in the early
twenties, and in the social whirl of English Society Myra had all but
forgotten her loss and the dark days of tragedy in Ireland.

"Will you be at home if I call round in an hour or so?" inquired Tony,
as Myra was about to move off, her horse becoming restive again. "I've
got something important to discuss."

"Let me see," answered Myra. "I've got a luncheon appointment, then
I'm going on to Hurlingham, dining with the Fitzpatricks, and going on
later to Lady Trencrom's dance. Have to see my hairdresser and
manicurist at eleven this morning, but I expect I shall be free by
noon. Call about twelve, Tony, and don't forget to bring some
chocolate and cigarettes with you."

"Righto, old thing!" said Tony smilingly, and his eyes followed Myra as
she cantered away, the cynosure of many admiring glances.

Tony liked her to be admired. It seemed a compliment to his own good
taste and discrimination. He liked to think that other men envied him
his position as Myra's accepted lover. It pleased him to be pointed
out as the lucky man who had won the heart and hand of the beautiful
Miss Rostrevor, and he was not unconscious of the fact that he was
being pointed out as he strolled along the Row after watching Myra out
of sight.

"I remembered your instructions, darling," he announced, when he called
on his betrothed at her aunt's house in Mayfair a couple of hours
later. "Here we are! Chocs, your favourite brand of cigarettes, a few
roses, and--er--just a little thing here that caught my eyes in
Asprey's window, which I thought you might like."

The "little thing" he produced from his pocket was a platinum bracelet
set with diamonds, and Myra uttered an involuntary exclamation of
admiration as she opened the case containing it.

"How lovely! Sure, but you're an extravagant darlint, Tony! You
deserve a kiss for this