But she spoke quite composedly.
"My husband knew nothing about it, Lady Dunstable.

My letter does not seem to have reached him." "Ah?
Our posts are very bad, no doubt; though generally, I must say, they arrive very punctually.

Well, so you were tired of London ?--you wanted to see how we were looking after your husband ?" Lady Dunstable threw a sarcastic glance at Meadows standing tongue-tied in the background.
"I wanted to see you," said Doris quietly, with a slight accent on the "you." Lady Dunstable looked amused.
"Did you?
How very nice of you! And you've--you've brought your luggage ?" Lady Dunstable looked round her as though expecting to see it at the front door.
"I brought a bag.

Arthur took it in for me." "I'm so sorry! I assure you, if I had only known--But we haven't a corner! Mr.Meadows will bear me out--it's absurd, but true.

These Scotch lodges have really no room in them at all!" Lady Dunstable pointed with airy insolence to the spreading pile behind her.