"Nobody but your
husband, who looks black as his Satanic majesty. But never you mind, my
darlint," he continued, adopting the dialect of his country. "Play high,
and it's meself'll make good all you lose. Faith and be jabers they
can't break Ted Hardy."
Thus reassured, Daisy played high, and her luck returned, and when she
left the hall that night she was richer by a thousand pounds than when
she entered it.
The next day the McPhersons left Monte Carlo, accompanied by Lord Hardy,
who went with them to Genoa, and Turin, and Milan, and the Italian
lakes, and Venice, where he said good-by, for he was going to Rome,
while they were to turn their faces homeward, stopping for a few weeks
at Paris, which Daisy said she must see before shutting herself up at
stupid old Stoneleigh, which looked very uninviting to her since she had
seen the world and found how much there was to enjoy and how much
influence she could exert in it. Others than Ted Hardy had been
attracted by the airy little beauty, who always managed to make them
serviceable in some way, notwithstanding Archie's oft-repeated protest
that she made too free with strangers, and accepted civilities where she
ought to have given rebukes.
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