whose views on the Scotch land question would normally have struck fire and fury from Lady Dunstable.

She scarcely recognised his name, and he and the Under-Secretary launched into the most despicable land heresies under her very nose--unrebuked.

She had not an epigram to throw at anyone.

But her eyes never failed to know where Doris Meadows was, and indeed, though no one but the two or three initiated knew why, Doris was in some mysterious but accepted way the centre of the party.

Everybody spoiled her; everybody smiled upon her.