Storri still dominated the Harleys; he went there; he saw Miss Harley; his suit was advancing; that was what had sent him to her, the San Reve, with a lie on his lips about having quit his calls at the Harleys'; he was seeking to blind her to what was passing.

But she, the San Reve, would be cunning; she would fathom the traitor Storri.

Even then she could foretell the end.

In a week, or mayhap a month, the news would reach her of the wedding of Storri and Miss Harley.

What else could come?
Storri was a Count.