Down you slither into the second class!" Doris's look sparkled.
"There you go--rejoicing in my humiliations!" said Meadows, putting an arm round the scoffer.

"I tell you, she proposes to write my next set of lectures for me.

She gave me an outline of them this morning." Then they both laughed together like children.

And Doris, with her head on a strong man's shoulder, and a rough coat scrubbing her cheek, suddenly bethought her of the line--"Journeys end in lovers' meeting--" and was smitten with a secret wonder as to how much of her impulse to come north had been due to an altruistic concern for the Dunstable affairs, and how much to a firm determination to recapture Arthur from his Gloriana.

But that doubt she would never reveal.