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"But you are not of the cold-blooded English," Don Carlos objected,

skilfully guiding her through the maze of dancers. "I have heard that

the Irish are as warm-blooded as the Latins, and can love and hate with

the same passionate intensity. You, I feel sure, dear lady, would be

capable of loving wonderfully were your heart really awakened. And

some instinct tells me it is I who will awaken your heart and kindle

the fires of passion dormant within you."

The words, spoken in a low, caressing tone, thrilled Myra anew, but she

made pretence of being shocked and offended.

"You flatter yourself, señor," she said, with a disdainful glance and a

note of contempt in her sweet voice. "Unless you are entirely ignorant

of English conventionalities, your remarks are unpardonable. Would you

care to repeat to Mr. Standish, to whom I am engaged to be married,

what you have just said?"

"Yes, if you so desire," responded Don Carlos calmly.

"Conventionalities--English or otherwise--do not concern me. I follow

the dictates of my heart in all things, and I am master of my own

destiny. Shall I tell your Mr. Standish that I fell in love with you

the first moment I saw you, and that I mean to take you from him by

hook or by crook?"

"I think you must be crazy!" exclaimed Myra, at heart just a little

scared, but more than a little fascinated. "Surely even in the wilds

of Spain it is considered dishonourable to attempt to make love to a

girl who is betrothed to another man?

"Not if one is prepared to fight the other man," Don Carlos replied,

with a sudden smile. "I am quite prepared to fight for you, believe

me. As for making love, dear lady, I have not even yet begun to make

love to you in earnest. My love is a raging torrent which will

overwhelm you and sweep you off your feet, a raging fire which will set

your heart aflame in sympathy."

"I'm thinking, Don Carlos, that you must be a bit Irish yourself to mix

up torrents and flames, and the sooner you let the torrent put your

fires out the better I'll be pleased," said Myra, with forced

lightness, after a pause, during which she decided it would be best to

treat the whole matter as a joke. "Incidentally, you are carrying your

jest too far, and I shall be seriously annoyed if you persist in this

nonsense."