"I never saw such a pretty gown!" "Not bad!" said Doris complacently, throwing a glance at the large mirror near.

It was still the white tea-gown, for she had firmly declined to sample anything else, in truth well aware that Arthur's eyes approved both it and her in it.
"Lord Dunstable has been so kind," whispered Miss Wigram.

"He said I must always henceforth look upon him as a kind of guardian.

Of course I should never let him give me a farthing!" "Why no, that's the kind of thing one couldn't do!" said Doris with decision.

"But there are plenty of other ways of being nice.