This young woman, now Lady Bowen, once Milly Jones, had been one of the amusing marvels of New York.

A girl neither rich nor so endowed by nature as to be able to press upon the world any special claim to consideration as a beauty, her enterprise, and the daring of her tactics, had been the delight of many a satiric onlooker.

In her schooldays she had ingenuously mapped out her future career.

Other American girls married men with titles, and she intended to do the same thing.

The other little girls laughed, but they liked to hear her talk.