I like her!" "Who are you talking of?
Lady Dunstable?
I had forgotten all about her.
All the same, darling, I should like to know what made you do all this for a woman you _said_ you detested!" "I did detest her.

I shall probably detest her again.

Leopards don't change their spots, do they?
But I shan't--fear her any more!" Something in her tone arrested Meadows's attention.
"What do you mean ?" "Oh, what I say!" cried Doris, drawing herself a little from him, with a hand on his shoulder.

"I shall never fear her, or anyone, any more.
I'm safe! Why did I do it?
Do you really want to know?
I did it--because--I was so sorry for her--poor silly woman,--who can't get on with her own son! Arthur!--if our son doesn't love me better than hers loves her--you may kill me, dear, and welcome!" "Doris! There is something in your voice--! What are you hiding from me ?" * * * * * But as to the rest of that conversation under the moon, let those imagine it who may have followed this story with sympathy.
THE END.