Dunstable said to me: 'My mother might have
prevented it--but--she was never interested in me.'"
Another indignant exclamation from Lady Dunstable. Doris hurried on.
"Only this is the important point! At last I got his promise, and I got
it in writing. I have it here."
Dead silence. Doris opened her little handbag, took out a letter, in an
open envelope, and handed it to Lady Dunstable, who at first seemed as
if she were going to refuse it. However, after a moment's hesitation,
she lifted her long-handled eyeglass and read it. It ran as follows:
DEAR MRS. MEADOWS,--I do not know whether I ought to do what you ask
me. But you have asked me very kindly--you have really been awfully
good to me, in taking so much trouble. I know I'm a stupid
fool--they always told me so at home. But I don't want to do
anything mean, or to go back on a woman who once did me a good turn;
with whom also once--for I may as well be quite honest about it--I
thought I was in love. However, I see there is something in what you
say, and I will wait a week before marrying Miss Flink.
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