"I am ready to make friendly overtures," she said gaily. "Isn't there some such thing as a treaty which requires a strong power to protect its weaker ally in time of stress?" "You mean that we may still be friends in spite of all that happened last night?" he cried. She nodded her head and smiled, and he shook her hand as only an impulsive American would. "But Lord Huntingford? What will he say?" he asked. "His Lordship's authority can be carried to a certain limit and no farther," she said, and her eyes flashed. "He knows when to curse and abuse; but he also knows when that attitude might operate against him. He is not in a position to push me to the wall." "What do you mean?" "I mean he knows enough not to drive me to the point where I would turn and fight." Hugh never had seen her so entrancing as she was in that dim light, her face the picture of proud defiance. "I wonder not a little that you have not asked for a divorce long before this." "You are not a woman or you would not ask that." "Lots of women ask for divorces." "It should be the last resort with any woman. But let us talk of something else. Where is your sister? I have not seen her to-day." This question was particularly ill-timed, for it restored the forgotten bitterness to the position from which it had been temporarily driven by the interruption. "I don't know," he answered. "I thought I heard her talking to you here a few moments ago--in fact, I saw you." "Where were you?" "I passed within a dozen feet of you. Neither of you saw me, I am sure. You would not have cut me intentionally, would you?" "I should say not. You walked past here?" "Yes, you were tying her shoe-string." "What!" exclaimed he, starting to his feet, "tying Grace's shoe-string?" The first thought that rushed to his mind was that Veath had knelt to plead his love to Grace Vernon. "Lady Huntingford, let us walk," he exclaimed. It was a fierce, impatient command instead of a polite invitation. The pretty young woman calmly lay back in her chair and laughed. "If you won't come, then please excuse me. I must go." "Why are you so eager to walk, Mr. Ridgeway?" she asked. "Because I want--what was that you called me?" he gasped, his heart almost turning upside down. "Ridgeway. That's your name, isn't it?" "What do you mean?" "Oh, a great many things," she said with a serious face. Hugh was visibly annoyed. There was to be more trouble from the nobleman; evidently he did not intend to keep his promise. "In the first place," she continued, "I must acknowledge that I forced from my husband an account of last night's affair; he also told me your name. But, believe me, it will go no further. I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Ridgeway," the color stealing into her cheeks. Ridgeway bowed.