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Leaving the shop, they continued down the Rue de Rivoli till they reached the Louvre. Doris proposed their going in, and as Patty was most anxious to do so, and Lisette saw no objection to visiting the great museum, they all entered.
Judith was not to be won to speech by any such bald nonsense, and stalked homeward in thoughtful silence, hardly seeming to hear the gay chat of the other two in regard to what Miss Pat should or should not take with her to Artemis Lodge. At the door of their own apartment Patricia stood quite still with a rather blank expression. "We forgot all about asking Doris Leighton," she said.
Then she looked at Thornton and throbbed with hate; but as she looked her mood again changed she felt such pity as she had never known in her life before. It repelled; it did not attract but it was pity that called forth a desire to help. Clasping the silent witnesses of the truth in her cold hands Joan spoke: "No! Aunt Doris and Nancy shall not pay," she said, quietly. "Who then?"
Would she look like him; find in him some thing that would help him to forget? He looked up. Doris had planned dramatically. She left the babies alone on the top step and came down to Thornton. "Aren't they wonderful?" she asked in so calm and ordinary a tone that it was startling. They were wonderful even a hard, indifferent man could see that.
"For my wife, with all my love. Jeff." And in her hand there lay a slender gold ring, exquisitely dainty, set with pearls. A quick tremor went through Doris. She guessed that it had belonged to his mother.
After all, the much-talked-of suit was only a best Sunday suit of black broadcloth. Doris looked disappointed. "Did you expect I would have red and white stripes down the sides and blue stars all over the coat?" Warren asked teasingly. "And an eagle on the buttons? I am afraid then I should be impressed and taken out to sea."
A porter ran past the window that looked upon the platform, announcing its approach with a dismal yell. Doris straightened and turned to go. Jeff turned also. An odd light sprang up in his gipsy eyes. He went straight to the door ere she could reach it, locked it, and withdrew the key. That fired Doris. Her composure went in a single instant. "Jeff," she exclaimed, "how dare you?"
He raised his hand in airy salute, and he heard her low murmur of laughter as she waved him a hasty sign to await her in the shrubbery from which he had just emerged. "Did you actually come across the river?" said Doris. "Whatever made you do that?" "I said I should come and fetch you, you know, if you didn't turn up," he said. She laughed. "Do you always keep your word?"
Grant hoped that Doris would be there, but the only signs of her recent presence were a hat and an open book on the table. "Now, Mr. Martin," he said gravely, "you and I should have a serious talk. It is idle to deny that gossip is spreading broadcast certain malicious and absurd rumors which closely concern Doris and myself. To me these things are of slight consequence.
And David Martin was the one, the only one among her friends who seemed adequate to her need. "I've tried to be a mother," she thought, "but I have taken the father out of their lives I must supply it." When the children were in bed and the house quiet, Doris went to the sunken room and, taking up the telephone receiver, called her number. She was calm and at peace.
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