Lady Dunstable dropped us long ago!" Anyway, it appeared that the mistress of Crosby Ledgers could be charming, and could also be exactly the reverse.

She was a creature of whims and did precisely as she pleased.

Everything she did apparently was acceptable to Lord Dunstable, who admired her blindly.

But in one point at least she was a disappointed woman.

Her son, an unsatisfactory youth of two-and-twenty, was seldom to be seen under his parents' roof, and it was rumoured that he had already given them a great deal of trouble.
"The dreadful thing, my dear, is the _games_ they play!" said the wife of a dramatist, whose one successful piece had been followed by years of ill-fortune.
"_Games ?_" said Doris.