Doris--for all the agitation of her hidden purpose--could have laughed outright.

But Meadows, rather roughly, intervened.
"We shall, of course, go to the hotel, Lady Dunstable.

My wife's letter seems somehow to have missed me, but naturally we never dreamed of putting you out.

Perhaps you will give us some lunch--my wife seems rather tired--and then we will take our departure." Doris turned--put a hand on his arm--but addressed Lady Dunstable.
"Can I see you--alone--for a few minutes--before lunch ?" "_Before_ lunch?
We are all very hungry, I'm afraid," said Lady Dunstable, with a smile.

Meadows was conscious of a rising fury.