er father's millions. She knew well enough that with
many, indeed, with most men of Sir Tancred's class they would have been
primroses, very large primroses, on the path of love; she feared that if
he was the man she thought him, and she would not have him any other,
they would prove barriers on that path, hard indeed to surmount. She
dressed in no very good spirits, and came downstairs to find her father
awaiting her in the hall, ready to stroll out and hear how the world had
gone with her.

Sir Tancred also awoke with the sense of something unpleasant having
happened. But at first he could not for the life of him remember what it
was. Then he began to consider the change which would be brought about
by the irruption of the millionaire. He resented it. He found the
prospect of Tinker's losing Dorothy's services exceedingly disagreeable.
For a while he ascribed that resentment to the fact that she would cease
to be the excellent influence with Tinker she certainly was; and then he
grew resentful on his own account. It was hard, indeed, that he should
suddenly be deprived of the presence of so charming a creature at his
table, of so delightful a companion of his evening stroll in the gardens
of the Casino. If it hadn't been for those confounded millions--there he
checked himself sternly; the millions were there, and there was no more
to be said, or thought. But his temper was none the better for the
constraint.

After his late hours the night before, Tinker did not get up as early as
usual, and he and Elsie decided to forego their bathe in the sea, but
went straight to breakfast in the kitchen of the hotel. He found the
staff greatly concerned about the trouble which was likely to befall him
for borrowing the motor-car. It seemed that on finding it gone, its
owner, a M. Cognier, had displayed a wrath of the most terrible. Of
course an Argus-eyed busy-body had seen Tinker depart in it; and M.
Cognier, an Anglophobe, had declared his intention of punishing this
insolence of Perfidious Albion by handing him over to the police. Tinker
heard all their prophecies of evil with his wonted tranquillity; but he
had no little difficulty in setting their minds at rest.

M. Cognier had been impressive.

The two children had finished their breakfast, and were about to set out
in search of adventure, when Selina found them and began to set forth a
petition. She wished to be allowed to enter Tinker's service again. She