She could have laughed over the irony of it all more easily than she could have wept.
That she--the proud and dainty, for whom no one had been good enough--should have fallen thus easily to the careless attraction of a man to whom she was nothing, nothing but a piece of prettiness to be bought as cheaply as possible and treasured not at all.

Some whim of inspiration had moved him.

He had obeyed his Muse.

And he had been ready--he had been ready--even to offer her life in sacrifice to his idol.

She did not count with him in the smallest degree.