He had been flattered, drawn out, and shown off to his heart's content, and had been most naturally and humanly happy.

"And I," thought Doris with sudden repentance, "was just a spiky, horrid little toad! What was wrong with me ?" She was still searching, when Meadows said reproachfully: "I thought, darling, you might have taken a little more trouble to make friends with Lady Dunstable.

However, that'll be all right.

I told her, of course, we should be delighted to go to Scotland." "Arthur!" cried Doris, aghast.

"Three weeks! I couldn't, Arthur! Don't ask me!" "And, pray, why ?" he angrily inquired.
"Because--oh, Arthur, don't you understand?
She is a man's woman.