hundred times more now. I will make life wonderful for you—but wonderful. There is no one like Mirelle."
Her eyes burned into his. She saw him grow pale and draw in his breath, and she smiled to herself contentedly. She knew her own magic and power over men.
"That is settled," she said softly, and gave a little laugh. "And now, Dereek, will you give me lunch?"
"No."
He drew in his breath sharply and rose to his feet.
"I am sorry, but I told you—I have got an engagement."
"You are lunching with some one else? Bah! I don't believe it."
"I am lunching with that lady over there."
He crossed abruptly to where a lady in white had just come up the steps. He addressed her a little breathlessly.
"Miss Grey, will you—will you have lunch with me? You met me at Lady Tamplin's, if you remember."
Katherine looked at him for a minute or two with those thoughtful grey eyes that said so much.
"Thank you," she said, after a moment's pause; "I should like to very much."
