love with me again and make you
furiously jealous."

"Righto!" laughed Tony. "But don't overdo it, old thing, or I may do a
bit of the Othello business, don't you know. I believe I could be as
fiercely passionate as any Spaniard if I tried."

"Why not try?" responded Myra lightly. "Incidentally, I fancy Othello
was a Moor, and not a Spaniard."

"Well, the Moors had something to do with Spain, so it amounts to the
same thing. Talking of Spain, Myra, reminds me that Don Carlos has
consented to be one of my yachting party for our Mediterranean trip in
the winter, and has invited all of us to spend a week or so with him at
his place, El Castillo de Ruiz, somewhere in the Sierra Morena."

"Really! That will give me plenty of time to complete my conquest,"
commented Myra, her blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "I suppose it
isn't good form to make a fool of one's host, but Don Carlos will
deserve anything he may get."

"I say, darling, I hope you're not in earnest," Tony remarked. "You
seem to be in a dangerous mood to-night, and you look adorably
lovely--yes, simply scrumptious! You would fascinate any man, my dear,
and I am sure even Don Carlos will be clay in your hands. Don't be too
hard on him, Myra. He's an awfully good chap, and I feel sure he
didn't mean any harm."

"To-night, my dear Tony, I am a 'vamp,'" laughed Myra. "Just look at
Aunt Clarissa over there flirting with Don Carlos, who is probably
telling her she is the most accomplished and beautiful woman in the
world. Watch me go and cut her out!"

Conscious that she was looking her best (a feeling that gives any woman
a sense of power), Myra strolled across the hall to where Don Carlos
was chatting to Lady Fermanagh.

"Forgive me if I am interrupting," she said sweetly, smiling into the
dark eyes of the Spaniard. "I want to tell you I am so glad to hear
from Tony that you are coming with us on the yachting cruise this
winter, and I want to thank you for your invitation to El Castillo de
Ruiz. I was so afraid you had not forgiven me for being so rude to
you, and dreaded lest you had decided to have nothing further to do
with such an ungracious person as Myra Rostrevor."

"Sweet lady, I should dismiss such a thought as treason, not to say
blasphemy," Don Carlos responded gallantly. "Even when you are
ungracious, if ever, you are always the most adorable and beautiful
woman in the world."

Myra trilled out a laugh, her blue eyes still s