“Really, Julia!” Lady Tancred protested.  “I must beg of you to say no more.  I have perfect confidence in my son, and wish to receive his future wife with every mark of affection.”

“Your efforts will be quite wasted, then, Jane,” her sister-in-law snapped.  “She is most forbidding, and never once unbent nor became genial, the whole evening.  And besides, for a lady, she is much too striking looking.”

“She cannot help being beautiful,” Lady Tancred said.  “I am sure I shall admire her very much, from what the girls tell me.  But we will not discuss her.  It was so kind of you to come, and my head is much better.”

“Then I will be off!” Lady Coltshurst sniffed in a slightly offended tone.  Really, relations were so tiresome!  They never would accept a word of advice or warning in the spirit it was given, and Jane in particular was unpleasantly difficult.

So she got into her electric brougham, and was rolled away, happily before Tristram and his lady appeared upon the scene; but the jar of her words still lingered with Lady Tancred, in spite of all her efforts to forget it.

Zara’s heart beat when they got to the door, and she felt extremely antagonistic.  Francis Markrute had left her in entire ignorance of the English customs, for a reason of his own.  He calculated if he informed her that on Tristram’s side it was purely a love match, she, with her strange temperament, and sense of honor, would never have accepted it.  He knew she would have turned upon him and said she could be no party to such a cheat.  He with his calm, calculating brain had weighed the pros and cons of the whole matter:  to get her to consent, for her brother’s sake in the beginning, under the impression that it was a dry business arrangement, equally distasteful personally to both parties—­to leave her with this impression and keep the pair as much as possible apart, until the actual wedding; and then to leave her awakening to Tristram—­was his plan.  A woman would be impossibly difficult to please, if, in the end, she failed to respond to such a lover as Tristram!  He counted upon what he had called her moral antennae to make no mistakes.  It would not eventually prejudice matters if the family did find her a little stiff, as long as she did not actually show her contempt for their apparent willingness to support the bargain.  But her look of scorn, the night before, when he had shown some uneasiness on this score, had reassured him.  He would leave things alone and let her make her own discoveries.

So now she entered her future mother-in-law’s room, with a haughty mien and no friendly feelings in her heart.  She was well acquainted with the foreign examples of mother-in-law.  They interfered with everything and had their sons under their thumbs.  They seemed always mercenary, and were the chief agents in promoting a match, if it were for their own family’s advantage.  No doubt Uncle Francis had arranged