far would the code of her world
govern him? He was primeval man. Would the savagery in him break bounds?

Within five minutes she found out. Jack Kilmeny, in evening dress, was
jesting in animated talk with India when the engaged couple reentered
the room. He turned, the smile still on his face, to greet Joyce as she
came forward beside Verinder. The little man was strutting pompously
toward Lady Farquhar, the arm of the young woman tucked under his.

The eyes of Joyce went straight to Kilmeny in appeal for charity. In
them he read both fear and shame, as well as a hint of defiant
justification.

Even before the mine owner spoke everybody in the room knew what had
happened on the veranda.

"Congratulate me, Lady Farquhar. Miss Seldon has promised to be my
wife," Verinder sang out chirpily.

There was a chorus of ejaculations, of excited voices. Joyce disappeared
into the arms of her friends, while Farquhar and Captain Kilmeny shook
hands with the beaming millionaire and congratulated him. Jack's hands
were filled with sheet music, but he nodded across to his successful
rival.

"You're a lucky man to have won so true a heart, Mr. Verinder," he said
composedly.

Joyce heard the words and caught the hidden irony. Her heart was in her
throat. Did he mean to tell more?

Presently it came his turn to wish her joy. Jack looked straight at her.
There was a hard smile on his sardonic face.

"I believe the right man has won you, Miss Seldon. All marriages aren't
made in Heaven, but---- I've been hoping Mr. Verinder would lose out
because he wasn't good enough for you. But I've changed my mind. He's
just the man for you. Hope you'll always love him as much as you do
now."

Joyce felt the color beat into her cheeks. She knew now that Kilmeny was
not going to betray her, but she knew too that he understood and
despised her.

CHAPTER XVII

A WARNING

Joyce, a lover of luxury, usually had a roll and coffee in bed as a
substitute for breakfast. Sometimes she varied this by appearing late at
the table and putting the attendants to unnecessary trouble. This she
always paid for with murmurs of apology and sweet smiles of thanks.

On the second morning after the announcement of her engagement to
Dobyans Verinder she came down to find the dining-room empty except for
the omnibus.

She opened wide eyes of surprise. "Dear me! Am I late?"

"Yes'm."

She glanced at the watch on her wrist. "How inconsiderate of me