But I can also--be sorry for my sins!" Doris heard an awkward and rather tremulous laugh.

Upon which she opened her eyes, no less embarrassed than her hostess, and did as she was told.

Lady Dunstable made her as comfortable as a hand so little used to the feminine arts could manage.
"Now I will send you in some luncheon, and go and talk to Lord Dunstable.

Please rest till I come back." * * * * * Doris lay still.

She wanted very much to see Arthur, and she wondered, till her head ached, whether he would think her a great fool for her pains.