Trust in me; far as human aid can go, mine is yours." His clear blue eyes lingered on her perfect face, and again, for the second time in her life, the queen of coquettes felt something like pity for the man she was luring to his doom.

She leaned back in the carriage after he was gone, with a most triumphant smile on her lips.
"What wonders a pretty face can work," she thought.

"I feel quite safe, now that my troubles are to rest on his broad shoulders.

How I should like to see that Jules trampled upon and crushed.

My knight will save me." She never remembered that he was the only son of his mother--a widow.
She cared little that he was the head of a grand old race.