Somehow, Doris became dimly aware that she was going to be a heroine.
"Have they told you, Arthur ?" "Everything that you've told her.

(No--not everything!--thought Doris.) You _are_ a brick, Doris! And the way you've done it! That's what impresses her ladyship! She knows very well that she would have muffed it.

You're the practical woman! Well, you can rest on your laurels, darling! You'll have the whole place at your feet--beginning with your husband--who's been dreadfully bored without you.

There!" He put down his Jovian head, and rubbed his cheek tenderly against hers, till she turned round, and gave him the lightest of kisses.
"Was he an abominable correspondent ?" he said, repentantly.
"Abominable!" "Did you hate him!" "Whenever I had time.

When do you start on your cruise, Arthur!" "Any time--some time--never!" he said, gaily.