Now she's got through all that money, and she boasts she's going to marry young Dunstable before his parents know anything about it.

She's going to make sure of a peerage this time.

Oh, she's odious! She's greedy, she's vulgar, she's false! And of course"-- the girl's eyes grew wide and scared--"there may be other things much worse.
How do we know ?" "How do we know indeed!" said Doris, with a shrug.

"Well!"-- she turned her eyes full upon her guest--"and what are you going to do ?" An eager look met hers.
"Couldn't you--couldn't you write to Mr.Meadows, and ask him to warn Lady Dunstable ?" Doris shook her head.
"Why don't you do it yourself ?" The girl flushed uncomfortably.

"You see, father quarrelled with her about that unkind thing she did to me--oh, it isn't worth telling!--but he wrote her an angry letter, and they never spoke afterwards.