She began to walk stormily up and down.

Doris sank back in her chair, watching her, conscious of the most strangely mingled feelings, a touch of womanish triumph indeed, a pleasing sense of retribution, but, welling up through it, something profound and tender.
If _he_ should ever write such a letter to a stranger, while his mother was alive! Lady Dunstable stopped.
"What chance is there of saving my son ?" she said, peremptorily.

"You will, of course, tell us all you know.

Lord Dunstable must go to town at once." She touched an electric bell beside her.
"Oh no!" cried Doris, springing up.

"He mustn't go, please, until we have some more information.