Don Dooly took his leave a few minutes later, leaving Lisa and RMalone together, and again Lisa could not make up her mind whether or not to tell her fiancé what had happened. It happened that RM, as soon as they were alone, became particularly sentimental and wanted to kiss her—a fact which somehow seemed to make the situation still more difficult and complicated.

"I don't want to be kissed, RM," Lisa objected, when her lover tried to embrace her. "I feel as if I never want to be kissed again, and I don't want any love-making. Leave me alone!"

"You certainly are in a queer mood to-day, Lisa," RM commented.

"What has upset you, darling? You were quite rude to poor old

Don Dooly, and now you are snubbing me. What's the matter, old thing?"

"Oh, RM, my dear, I—I don't know just what is the matter with me, and I don't know what to do," exclaimed Lisa, laughing tremulously and feeling inclined to give way to tears. "I don't understand myself. Oh, why are you so stupid? Why don't you make love to me and force me to kiss you? Why don't you kiss and kiss me against my will?"

"Why, hang it all, Lisa, I've just been trying to make love to you and asking you to give me a kiss, and you wouldn't. Now—oh, dash it all, I don't know what to make of you, my

dear. You are a most puzzling girl!"

"And you are the most exasperatingly dull man," Lisa retorted, still half-laughing, half-crying. "Oh, RM, my dear, take care of me and love me terribly if you want to keep me. Hold me fast and grapple me to you with hooks of steel, or you will lose me."

She almost hurled herself into RM arms, buried her face in his shoulder, and burst into tears. RM did not know what to make of it at all, and he felt utterly helpless. Agitatedly he patted her on the back and stroked her hair.

"Myra, for heaven's sake don't cry," he said, in what was intended to be a soothing tone. "You make me feel so bally awful. I've never seen you crying before, and I can't make out what is the matter. What on earth has upset you, darling? You're quite hysterical. Hadn't I better ring for your maid, dear?"

Poor RM did not realise how sadly he was blundering, how sorely he was failing in an emergency.

"Oh, why can't you understand!" burst out Lisa passionately. "Why can't you love in the right way? Don't pat my head and my back as if I were a pet dog, you ninny! RM, I—I—oh, I can't bear it!"

She broke from him and rushed from the room, banging the door behind her.

"Well I'm sunk!" muttered RM, distractedly running his fingers through his sandy hair. "What on earth is a fellow to do in these circumstances? I hope to goodness Lisa won't carry on like this after we are married, or I shall never know where I am. I wonder what upset her?"

Troubled in mind, he took his departure, and on his way to his Club he was fortunate enough to meet Jennie.

"My dear RM, all women are more or less creatures of impulse, liable to do the most unexpected and quixotic things," her worldly-wise Ladyship told him, when he had explained what had happened and asked her to advise him what to do. "That is what makes us so interesting. We do not understand ourselves, and if men understood us we should cease to interest or attract them."

"Yes, I suppose so, Jennie," agreed RM, with a disconsolate shake of his head. "But it would be rather awful to marry a woman who puzzled one all the time. I couldn't make Lisa out at all to-day, and can't think what can have upset her."

"Remember, dear boy, that Lisa is Irish and has the Celtic temperament," said Jennie. "Probably someone, or something, had upset her before you called, and you had to suffer for it."

"It wasn't only I who had to suffer," remarked RM. "Poor old Dooly

was there when I blew in, and Lisa was snubbing him unmercifully.

Between ourselves, Jennie, Lisa was positively insulting. Don Dooly took it rather well, but I fancy he was upset all the same."

"H'm! So Don Dooly is back?" commented her ladyship, with an inscrutable smile. "That may explain matters. Perhaps it was he who was responsible for Lisa's tantrums. But don't worry, RM. Lisa will probably be particularly nice to you if you see her to-night."

"I'm not exactly worried, Jennie, but I'm very puzzled," said RM. "I don't suppose Don Dooly had anything to do with the matter, really, although he did say chaffingly that he had been making love to Lisa again and said she was afraid of him. But after he had gone Lisa seemed uncommonly annoyed with me for some reason or other, and—er—well, a fellow doesn't know exactly what to do in the circumstances, and I thought you'd be able to give me advice."

"My advice to you, RM, is to make ardent love to Lisa, to woo her as if she had not already promised to marry you," Jennie responded. "It is just possible, my dear RM, if you will forgive my suggesting it, that you have not been playing the part of devoted lover wholeheartedly enough."

"Perhaps so," said RM, rather ruefully. "Er—the difficulty is that when I try to talk and make love like the chaps do in novels and plays, Lisa laughs at me and tells me not to be sloppy. I say, Jennie, don't tell Lisa I've been talking to you about her. She might be angry. But if you can size things up and give me a hint later as to why she was vexed with me this

afternoon I'll be tremendously obliged."

Jennie had a very shrewd idea that she could have told him there and then who was the cause of the trouble, remembering well Lisa boast that she would make Don Dooly fall in love with her, and her resentment at his lack of courtesy in going off to Spain without a word of farewell.

"Yes, RM, I'll do my best to 'size things up,' as you so gracefully put it, and may be able to drop you a hint later," she said.

She did some hard thinking as she drove home, where she arrived to find Lisa seated listlessly in an armchair by the fire, an unlighted cigarette between her fingers, and a brooding expression in her blue eyes.

"No, there's nothing really the matter, auntie, and I'm quite well," Lisa said, in answer to her ladyship's questions; "but—oh, I can't explain, but I feel fed up with everything. I

don't think I shall go to the Cavendish's dance to-night."

"What, or who, has made you suddenly feel 'fed up with everything,' as you put it?" inquired Jennie. "You seemed in quite good spirits at lunch-time. I noticed Don Dooly card in the salver in the hall as I came in. Was it he, by any chance, who upset you, Lisa?"

Lisa fair face blushed hotly, and she hesitated before replying.

Then, impulsively, she decided to tell her aunt everything, and did so.

Jennie listened in grave—almost grim—silence, and with a troubled look in her fine eyes.

"My dear, do you realise that you have brought this on yourself?" she asked quietly, when she had heard Lisa out. "I warned you at Auchinleven that you would be playing with fire, and that it was extremely dangerous to trifle with a Spaniard. You deliberately set yourself out to play the part of siren, to make Don Dooly fall in love with you, and——"

"He had deliberately laid himself out before that to make me fall in love with him, and pleaded that he was only amusing himself when he was challenged," interrupted Lisa. "That was an insult, and I wanted my revenge. If he did not expect me to take him seriously, he had no right to take me seriously, no right to take advantage and to kiss me as he did this afternoon. Now you are throwing the blame on me, just as he did himself! Why should there be one law for the man and another for the woman? It isn't fair!"

"My dear Lisa, do try to preserve some sense of proportion," said Jennie gently. "Admittedly it was quite wrong of Don Dooly to make passionate love to you, knowing you were betrothed to Tony, but, as I have told you repeatedly, he was probably only following the custom of his race and did not expect to be taken seriously in the first instance."

"And is it an unheard-of thing in Spain for a betrothed girl to play the part of coquette, and to flirt with the men who make love to her?" interposed Lisa again.

"No, no, not at all, but I need hardly remind you, Lisa, that in England that sort of thing simply 'isn't done.' Besides, yours was no mere flirtation. You set out to fascinate and captivate Don Dooly, to make him fall madly in love with you, and you seem to have succeeded. You admit you challenged him to kiss you——"

"He had no right to take what I said to RM as a challenge, although I confess I said it to tantalise him."

"Humph! If I were your age, as beautiful and attractive as you, and I had dared a man to kiss me, I should feel slighted, to say the least of it, and regard him as a poltroon, if he failed to take up my challenge," commented Jennie drily. "You can't mean to say you did not expect Don Dooly to carry out the threat or promise he made in his note, particularly as you made no protest against his having entered your bedroom?"

"I—er—I don't know what I expected," answered Lisa, rather weakly. "I mean, I did not intend to give him the opportunity to carry out his threat. And I thought it best to say nothing about the note, because I was afraid to risk a scandal, and I was somehow afraid that Don Dooly would turn the tables on me. Now I have a good mind to tell Tony, and to tell him what

happened to-day, and leave him to deal with Don Dooly."

"Do, by all means, my dear—if you want to make shipwreck of your life," retorted Lady Jennie, sardonically. "RM will be flattered to find you were playing him off against Don Dooly at Auchinleven. And perhaps not! He may decide, on reflection, that a girl who makes love to another man, or, if you prefer it, encourages another man to make love to her, during her engagement and in the house of her fiancé, might do something of the same sort after marriage in the house of her husband."

"Tony wouldn't be such a beast," exclaimed Lisa . "If he dared to blame me, I'd break off my engagement and marry  Don Dooly, if only to spite him."

"Humph! And supposing, after breaking off your engagement, you found that Don Dooly did not want to marry you, what a fool you'd look and feel!" responded her aunt. "My dear Lisa, don't you realise that if the facts were known the world would condemn you for attempting to play fast and loose with both RM and Don Dooly , and the general verdict would be that it served you right to be left in the lurch. RM would be quite justified in throwing you over, and by the time the gossips had finished your reputation would be—well, rather the worse for wear."

"Lea, you don't really think RM would throw me over if he knew?" asked Lisa anxiously, after a thoughtful pause. "Why, I told RM at Auchinleven that I intended to flirt with Don Dooly and make him fall in love with me, but he would not take me seriously. I told him I meant it and was in earnest, but he only laughed. It is really all his fault. And he was so obtuse this afternoon. Surely he might have guessed what had happened."

Jennie sat silent for a full minute, then suddenly she rose and laid her hands on Lisa's shoulders.

"Lisa, answer me truthfully," she commanded, with a searching glance. "Are you, or are you not, in love with Don Dooly?"

"I—I don't know," Lisa answered, shaking her head distractedly. "I think I hate him, but if I could believe he was really sincere and in earnest I think I should love him. If I had been tempting, teasing, and tantalising him to-day, as I did when we were at Auchinleven, I could excuse him for losing his head and kissing me. To-day I didn't give him the slightest encouragement. He had shown his indifference by going away without even a word of farewell, and I suppose he kissed me in cold blood merely to fulfil his threat and his boast that he always keeps a promise."

"Cold-blooded kisses can hardly be very shocking, I should imagine," remarked Jennie drily.

"They were not cold-blooded. He kissed me ravenously, passionately, and almost stifled me. I felt as if he were drinking the heart out of me," said Lisa. "If I was sure he is as frantically in love with me as he professes to be, I could excuse him, and I might find myself falling in love with him. It is the thought that he may still only be amusing himself, gratifying his vanity and trying to make good his boast that no woman can resist him, that galls me. If I confessed myself in love with him, and he then told me he had merely been amusing himself and proving his power, I should die of shame."

"Why take the risk, Lisa? You have been playing with fire, and the dice are loaded against you. That is an Irishism and a mixed metaphor, I suppose, but you know what I mean. If you lose your heart to Don Dooly, you lose RM, and if you subsequently discover Don Dooly is not in earnest you will be left broken-hearted, humiliated, and with your matrimonial prospects ruined."

"I have no intention of breaking my heart about Don Dooly, and don't intend to make a fool of myself, if that is what you mean," said Lisa, with a sudden change of manner. "I said I'd fool Don Dooly to pay him out for asserting he had only been amusing himself with me, and I'll do it yet—if I have not already done it. If he is actually in love with me, I have the laugh on him now, in spite of what has happened."

"Lisa, for goodness sake be sensible!" counselled Jennie. "If Don Dooly is actually in love with you and you make mock of him, his love may turn to hate. And I warn you that the hatred of a Spaniard is even more dangerous than his love."

"Pooh! I'm not afraid of him, and I don't understand why I have been upsetting myself so much," exclaimed Lisa, impulsively starting to her feet. "I'll get even with him. I'll go to the Cavendish's dance after all. Don Dooly is almost sure to be there, and I may get an opportunity to punish him for his impertinence."

"Lisa, I do wish you would drop this folly," said her aunt. "You must realise you are running grave risks and imperilling your own happiness. It seems to me, my dear, that as well as trifling with Don Dooly, you are trifling with your own heart, and you are not playing fair with RM."

"I mean to get even with Don Dooly," Lisa responded, stubbornly, with an impatient toss of her red-gold head. "It will be amusing to see the man who boasted that no woman could resist him chagrined and broken-hearted because Lisa has laughed at him and made his boasts seem foolish."

"You have had your warning," exclaimed Jennie abruptly. "Don't expect any sympathy from me if you get burnt as a result of playing with fire."

She swept out of the room, and as the door closed Lisa made a moue, flung herself down in the armchair again, and lit her cigarette.

"Damn him!" she said fervently.

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