It would be no easy task for any man to control her--as a wife." [Illustration: "The whole expression of her face changed as he came and leaned upon the piano."] "I don't care for tame women," Lord Tancred said.

"It is that very quality of difficulty which has inspired me.

By George! did you ever see such a haughty bearing?
It will take a man's whole intelligence to know which bit to use." "She may close her teeth on whatever bit you use, and bolt with it.

Do not say afterwards that I let you take her blindly." "Why does she look at me with such hate ?" Lord Tancred was just going to ask--and then he stopped himself.

It was characteristic of him that now he had made up his mind he would not descend to questions or details--he would find all out later for himself--but one thing he must know: had she really consented to marry him?
If so, she had her own reasons, of course, and desire for himself was not among them; but, somehow, he felt sure they were not sordid or paltry ones.