HIS INTENTIONS "Where is Doris ?" asked Phil Abingdon, looking round upon the guests assembled in his drawing-room at Rivermead.

"We are all waiting for her." "I think we had better go in without her," said his wife, with her nervous smile.

"She arranged to motor down with Mrs.Lockyard and her party this afternoon.

Possibly they have persuaded her to dine with them." "She would never do that surely," said Phil, with an involuntary glance at Vivian Caryl who had just entered.
"If you are talking about my _fiance_, I think it more than probable that she would," the latter remarked.

"Mrs.Lockyard's place is just across the river, I understand?
Shall I punt over and fetch Doris ?" "No, no!" broke in his hostess anxiously.