“She scoffed at the idea that he was any worse than the average man.  All I had to concern myself with was the fact that he was a peer of ancient lineage, of large property, and there wasn’t another girl in the kingdom who wouldn’t jump at him.  I might well chance his making me unhappy since he could make me a countess, and to refuse him would be absolute madness; Mrs. Morriston’s face grew black at the very thought of it.  She soon got my father on to her side, and between them I had a hateful time of it.  It’s the old story, which will be told as long as there are worldly, selfish women on the earth, but it was none the less fresh and poignant to me who had to live through the experience.

“Things got so bad through my continued refusal to fall in with my stepmother’s wishes that I was reduced to a state bordering on despair.  My father, whom I loved, was turned against me; his mind was so prejudiced in favour of the man whom I was being gradually forced to take as a husband that he could see no good reason, only sheer obstinacy, in my refusal.  Altogether my life was becoming a perfect hell.  Dick, who might have stood by me, and made things less unbearable, was away on a two years’ tour for big game shooting; I had no one to confide in, no one to help me.

“Just as things were at their worst and I was getting quite desperate, I met at a dance a man named Archie Jolliffe.  He had been a sailor, but having come into money had given up the Service and settled down to enjoy himself.  He and I got on very well together from the first; he was a breezy, genial, young fellow, fond of fun and adventure and a pleasant contrast in every way to the man who was threatening to ruin my life.  I don’t know that in happier circumstances I should have cared for Jolliffe; there wasn’t much in him beyond his capacity for fun; he was inclined to be fast in a foolish sort of way; a man’s man rather than one for whom a woman could feel much respect.  Still he was not vicious like the other, for whom my dislike increased every time I saw him.

“Well, Archie Jolliffe fell in love with me and in his impetuous way made no secret of it.  I need not say it did not take long for my step-mother to become aware of it, and with the idea that I was encouraging him she became furious.  Except that poor Archie was a welcome change from the atmosphere of my home and the hateful attentions of the man who was always being left alone with me, I did not really care for him, and but for Mrs. Morriston’s attitude I should have told him it was no use his thinking of me.  Considering the sequel, I wish I had done so; but it is too late now for regrets.  His love-making gave me a chance of defying my stepmother, and I rather enjoyed baulking her plans to keep Archie and me apart.  If I did not encourage him—­indeed, I refused him every time he proposed—­I did not dismiss him as I ought to have done, and he evidently had an idea that perseverance would win the day.  And so, after a fashion, it did.