"How do you do, Mrs. Meadows! This is indeed an unexpected pleasure! I
must quarrel with your husband for not giving us warning."
Doris's complexion had settled into a bright pink as she shook hands
with Lady Dunstable. 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.
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