"They are Lord Hartledon's colours." "I shall wear it on Monday.

Lord Hartledon gave it to me." A rash avowal.

The competitors, in a sort of joke, had each given away one knot of his own colours.

Lady Maude had had three given to her; but she was looking for another worth them all--from Lord Hartledon.

And now--it was given, it appeared, to Anne Ashton! For her very life she could not have helped the passionate taunt that escaped from her, not in words, but in tone: "To _you_!" "Kissing goes by favour," broke from the delicate lips of Val Elster, and Lady Maude could have struck him for the significant, saucy expression of his violet-blue eyes.