She was sure she could distinguish a change, yet at times, when he was gayest, she thrilled with the hope that her belief was the outgrowth of a conceit which she was beginning for the first time to know she possessed.

Then came the belief again and the belief was stronger than the doubt.

She could not be mistaken.
In the meantime an unexpected complication forced itself upon Hugh Ridgeway.

Perforce he had been thrown more or less constantly into the society of that charming creature, Lady Huntingford.

Not that the young rakes in uniform were content to pass her by, but because she plainly preferred the young American.