'How the devil did you know that Miss Lockwood was coming to Venice ?' he exclaimed.
She laughed--a bitter mocking laugh.

'Say, I guessed it!' Something in her tone, or perhaps something in the audacious defiance of her eyes as they rested on him, roused the quick temper that was in Francis Warwick.

'Lady Montbarry--!' he began.
'Stop there!' she interposed.

'Your brother Stephen's wife calls herself Lady Montbarry now.

I share my title with no woman.