And he, though vaguely uncomfortable, had submitted at last to what he felt was her fixed purpose of avoiding a scene.

Moreover, the "eternal child" in him, which made both his charm and his weakness, had already scattered his compunctions of the preceding day, and was now aglow with the sheer joy of holiday and change.

He had worked very hard, he had had a great success, and now he was going to live for three weeks in the lap of luxury; intellectual luxury first and foremost--good talk, good company, an abundance of books for rainy days; but with the addition of a supreme _chef_, Lord Dunstable's champagne, and all the amenities of one of the best moors in Scotland.
Doris went back into the house, and, Arthur being no longer in the neighbourhood, allowed herself a few tears.

She had never felt so lonely in her life, nor so humiliated.

"My moral character is gone," she said to herself.