Oh, I wish Miss Wigram was here! You
know, Lord Dunstable must go to town to-night! And Miss Wigram can't
arrive till after the last train from here."
"They know. They've ordered a special, to take Lord Dunstable and the
solicitor to Edinburgh, to catch the midnight mail."
"Oh, well--if you can bully the fates like that!--" said Doris, with a
shrug. "How did he take it?"
Meadows's tone changed.
"It was a great blow. I thought it aged him."
"Was she nice to him?" asked Doris, anxiously.
"Nicer than I thought she could be," said Meadows, quietly. "I heard
her say to him--'I'm afraid it's been my fault, Harry.' And he took her
hand, without a word."
"I will _not_ cry!" said Doris, pressing her hands on her eyes. "If it
comes right, it will do them such a world of good! Now show me my room."
But in the hall, waiting to waylay them, they found Miss Field, beaming
as usual.
"Everything is ready for you, dear Mrs. Meadows, and if you want
anything you have only to ring. This way--"
"The ground-floor?" said Doris, rather mystified, as they followed.
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