She knew all about the cruelly wicked opposition of Miss Denning's brother to that nice young man, Basil Stanhope; and also the general attitude of the Denning household, which was a comprehensive disapproval of all that Mr.Bryce said and did.
Dora had, however, talked all her anger away; she wished now to be friends with her brother.

She knew that his absence from her wedding would cause unpleasant notice, and she had other reasons, purely selfish, all emphasizing the advantages of a reconciliation.

So she went to meet Bryce with a pretty, pathetic air of injury patiently endured, and when Bryce put out his hands and said, "Forgive me, Dodo! I cannot bear your anger any longer!" she was quite ready for the next act, which was to lay her pretty head on his shoulder and murmur, "I am not angry, Bryce--I am grieved, dear." "I know, Dodo--forgive me! It was all my fault.

I think I was jealous of you; it was hard to find that you loved a stranger better than you loved me.

Kiss me, and be my own sweet, beautiful sister again.