Daphne always has her own way." The General said no more.

Cecilia Boyson looked out of the window at the darkening landscape, thinking with malice of Daphne's dealings with the male sex.

It had been a Sleeping Beauty story so far.

Treasure for the winning--a thorn hedge--and slain lovers! The handsome Englishman would try it next, no doubt.

All young Englishmen, according to her, were on the look-out for American heiresses.