It was a sheer accident.

Why harp on Doris Martin rather than any member of the Bates family ?" "Who, may I ask, is Doris Martin ?" put in Hart.
"The Steynholme postmaster's daughter," said Furneaux.

"A remarkably pretty and intelligent girl.

If her father was a peer she would be the belle of a London season.

As it is, her good looks seem to have put a maggot in more than one nut in this village." Hart waved the negro's head in the air.
"The lunatic theory for mine," he declared.