Doris struggled on.
"An actor friend of your son brought her to see him.

And she really devoted herself to him.

He declared to me he owed her a great deal--" "He need have owed her nothing," said Lady Dunstable, sternly.

"He had only to send a postcard--a wire--to his own people." "He thought--you were so busy," said Doris, dropping her eyes to the carpet.
A sound of contemptuous anger showed that her shaft--her mild shaft--had gone home.

She hurried on--"But at last I got him to promise me to wait a week.