did not perceive that his millions
barred Sir Tancred's path.

Dorothy perceived it only too soon. She found the growth of her
intimacy with Sir Tancred checked; it did not lessen, indeed, but it
did not increase. A shadow had fallen across it, and he no longer
talked to her in the tone of half-affectionate familiarity he had grown
to use with her, he was more reserved. She chafed at it, but she was
not greatly downcast; she only wished that the kidnappers had had the
grace to leave her in her part of the penniless governess, a few weeks
longer. She felt that, then, all the millions in the world would not
have barred Sir Tancred's way. Indeed, she had no reason to be greatly
downcast. This sudden setting of her out of his reach had inevitably
increased her attraction for Sir Tancred; it had deepened his liking to
a far stronger feeling. He cursed the unkindly Fates, and told himself
that his only course was to fly; that the more he saw of her, the more
painful would that flight be. But he could by no means constrain
himself to forego the delight of her presence; and, though he never let
a word of his love escape his lips, his eyes and the tones of his voice
told her of it often enough.

Tinker was not long providing Septimus Rainer with a carefully chosen
English valet, whom he found a pleasant, unassuming fellow, very easy
to get on with. Then the millionaire began to talk of engaging a
secretary, for his millions were beginning to make themselves
troublesome; and he begged Tinker, since he had found him so
unembarrassing a valet, to keep his eyes about him for a secretary
also; but Tinker said that Monte Carlo was no place to find secretaries
who understood business.

One morning he saw Madame Seraphine de Belle-Ile drive up to the hotel.
She wore a mournful air; and he perceived at once that she was no
longer clad in a bright scarlet costume, but in one of a dull crimson,
more in keeping with her air of mournfulness. She cut him deliberately
as she passed into the hotel.

He was exceedingly angry; no human being had ever cut him before, and
he flushed with mortification. He walked down to the gardens pondering
the affront; and his anger grew. Then of a sudden it flashed on him
that she had found out Mr. Arthur Courtnay, and that the warning he had
given her had had something to do with that discovery. She had cut him
by way of showing her gratitude in a truly womanly fashion. With the
smile of an a