Lord Airlie was heart-whole, and there seemed no prospect of his ever being anything else.

Lady Constance Tachbrook, the prettiest, daintiest coquette in London, brought all her artillery of fascination into play, but without success.

The beautiful brunette, Flora Cranbourne, had laid a wager that, in the course of two waltzes, she would extract three compliments from him, but she failed in the attempt.

Lord Airlie was pronounced incorrigible.
The fact was that his lordship had been sensibly brought up.

He intended to marry when he could find some one to love him for himself, and not for his fortune.