Especially as he himself was quite aware of the mysterious "hold" exercised by Morgana Royal on those whom she chose to influence either near or at a distance.

After a few seconds of deliberation he answered-- "Yes--I should say there are very few women of that rather uncomfortable sort of habit,--the fewer the better, in my opinion.

Now Miss Manella Soriso, remember what I say to you! Don't think about being 'held' by anybody except by a lover and husband! See?
Play the game! With such looks as God has given you, it should be easy! Win your 'god' away from his thunderbolts before he begins havoc with them from his miniature Olympus.

If he wants the 'moon' (and possibly he doesn't!) he won't say no to a star,--it's the next best thing.
Seriously now,"-- and Gwent threw away the end of his cigar and laid a hand gently on her arm--"be a good girl and think over what I've said to you.

Marry him if you can!--it will be the making of him!" Manella gazed about her in the darkness, bewildered.