CHAPTER XV.
We chaps who write have magic carpets.
Whiz! A marble balcony, overlooking the sea, which shimmered under the light of the summer moon.

Lord Henry Monckton and Kitty leaned over the baluster and silently watched the rush of the rollers landward and the slink of them back to the sea.
For three days Kitty had wondered whether she liked or disliked Lord Monckton.

The fact that he was the man who had bumped into Thomas that night at the theater may have had something to do with her doddering.
He might at least have helped Thomas in recovering his hat.

Dark, full-bearded, slender, with hands like a woman's, quiet of manner yet affable, he was the most picturesque person at the cottage.

But there was always something smoldering in those sleepy eyes of his that suggested to Kitty a mockery.