If any one had said to her, abruptly, "You have made such a person suffer," she would have laughed gaily.

The ache and pain of honest hearts is incense to a coquette.
And Lady Amelie Lisle was a coquette to the very depth of her heart! She could have counted her victims by the hundred.

Who ever saw her and did not love her?
She delighted in this universal worship; it became necessary to her as the air she breathed.

Universal dominion was her end and aim; but once sure of a man's love or admiration, it became worthless to her and she longed for something fresh.

Like Alexander, she would have conquered worlds.
Not, be it understood, that Lady Amelie, as she expressed it, "ever went in for anything serious." She had never been in love in her life, except with herself, and to that one affection she was most constant.