"Bless you for what you have done," he said. "My son has spoken to me of you to-day, Miss Armitage--your name has been constantly on his lips. He is afraid that he has offended you; but I don't think that he can have done so, or you would not have sacrificed yourself for his sake. But I am sure that he would like to hear you say he is forgiven, and that he will want to thank you--alone." He led the girl to Mostyn's bedside, then, followed by all the rest of the party, stole out of the room. * * * * * * "Do you remember," Mostyn whispered, some time later, in Rada's ear, when all had been explained between them and every difficulty smoothed away, "do you remember, my darling, the terms of our wonderful wager upon the coach last Derby Day?" Rada needed no reflection. "I said I would wager my life that you would never win a Derby," she murmured, "and I have lost." "You staked your life, and I have won it," he replied. "That is a finer thing than money. I am happy, Rada--so very happy! In a single day I have won a big race--a huge fortune--and, best of all, your life--the life of the girl I love." His sound arm was resting on her shoulder. He drew her face to his, and kissed her on the lips, and this time she did not repel him. "Do you really love such a little vixen, such a little devil, as I?" she asked wonderingly. "You're a 'hangel,'" he answered, laughingly recalling the words of Samuel Willis. "I always knew it, and to-day you've proved it. Kiss me again, Rada, and then we'll summon the others and tell them the news." Smiling softly, she bent and obeyed. "This is better than winning a Derby!" she sighed happily. THE END. London: Ward, Lock & Co., Limited.