CHAPTER VII.
Neither Lord Tancred nor Francis Markrute was late at the appointment in the city restaurant where they were to lunch, and they were soon seated at a table in a corner where they could talk without being interrupted.
They spoke of ordinary things for a moment.

Then Lord Tancred's impatience to get at the matter which interested him became too great to wait longer, so he said laconically: "Well ?" "I saw her this morning and had a talk"-- the financier said, as he placed some caviare on his toast.

"You must not overlook the fact, which I have already stated to you, that she is a most difficult problem.

You will have an interesting time taming her.

For a man of nerve, I cannot imagine a more thrilling task.