What could she want?
"Oh, Mrs.Meadows--I'm so sorry to disturb you--" said the visitor, in some agitation, as Doris, summoned by Jane, entered the dust-sheeted drawing-room.

"But you dropped an envelope with an address this afternoon.

I picked it up with some of my papers and never discovered it till I got home." She held out the envelope.

Doris took it, and flushed vividly.

It was the envelope with his Scotch address which Arthur had written out for her before leaving home--"care of the Lord Dunstable, Franick Castle, Pitlochry, Perthshire, N.B." She had put it in her portfolio, out of which it had no doubt slipped while she was at work.
She and Miss Wigram eyed each other.