Doris too was in a white dress, of the simplest stuff and make; but it became her.

So did the straw hat, with its wreath of wild roses, which she had trimmed herself that morning.
There was not the slightest visible sign of tremor in the young woman; and Sir Luke's inner mind applauded her.
"No fool!--and a lady," he thought.

"Let's see what Rachel will make of her." "Then you don't help him in the writing ?" said Lady Dunstable, still with the same detached air.

Doris laughed.
"I don't know what Arthur would say if I proposed it.

He never lets anybody go near him when he's writing." "I see; like all geniuses, he's dangerous on the loose." Was Lady Dunstable's smile just touched with sarcasm?
"Well!--has the success of the lectures surprised you ?" Doris pondered.
"No," she said at last, "not really.