"Why, of course you may smoke, Tony," she said, after ringing the bell and ordering more tea. "I'll have a cigarette myself to soothe my nerves." "Never noticed any signs of nerves about you, old thing," laughed Tony, as he proffered his case and struck a match to light the cigarette Myra accepted. "Nerves! The risks you have been taking of late in the hunting field have made my blood run cold. The way you took that hedge last week during the run with the Quorn made my heart stand still. Honestly, Myra, I shall be glad when I have you safely aboard the _Killarney_, and we are on our way to Spain." "I am not going to Spain," said Myra, very abruptly. "Not going to Spain?" repeated Tony, in surprise. "No, Tony, I am not going to Spain. Don Carlos has offended me beyond pardon." "I say, Myra, you're ragging, aren't you?" asked Tony. "I thought you had made it up with Don Carlos. Don't tell me the villain has been making love to you again!" "Why, of course I have," exclaimed Don Carlos. "I am madly in love with Myra, and it is because she is afraid of falling as desperately in love with me as I am with her, and being forced, in consequence, to jilt you, that she has again decided not to go to Spain. She is afraid of me--and of love." "What a pair of leg-pullers you are!" chuckled Tony, assuming the whole thing was a jest. "Half the men one meets are in love with Myra, but I refuse to believe she is afraid of any of them." "Ah, but she is afraid of me, my dear Standish, and you should realise I am your most dangerous rival," Don Carlos said gravely, and again Tony chuckled amusedly. "Perhaps it is not only of me but of herself, and for herself, that Myra is afraid," Carlos continued, with a challenging glance at Myra, who felt she would like to box his ears and also to shake Tony for being so dense. "The lovely senorita is also afraid of being captured by El Diablo Cojuelo, who would make her an ideal husband." "I say, that's hardly complimentary, old fellow!" Tony commented. "Sort of _faux pas_, isn't it, to suggest that a brigand would be a better husband for Myra than yours truly, and that Myra is a suitable wife for a brigand?" "That, of course, depends on the brigand," answered Don Carlos, with a smile. "Of course, if Myra is really scared, and is genuinely afraid to come to Spain lest she should lose her heart----" "I am afraid of nothing!" interrupted Myra, exasperated beyond measure; and immediately she regretted the impulsive words. "So you will prove the fact by keeping your promise to come to Spain as my guest?" queried Don Carlos quickly. "That will depend on whether you know your duty to a guest and your obligations as a host," retorted Myra curtly, and Tony raised his eyebrows, surprised by her unusual rudeness. "I flatter myself, dear lady, that I have a reputation as a host whose hospitality is boundless," said Don Carlos gravely.