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Miss Field described how this prince of Dukes paid a solemn visit every year to Franick Castle, and the eager solicitude almost agitation with which the visit was awaited, by Lady Dunstable in particular. "You don't mean," cried Doris, "that there is anybody in the whole world who frightens Lady Dunstable?" "As she frightens us? Yes! on this one day of the year we are all avenged.
It was the envelope with his Scotch address which Arthur had written out for her before leaving home "care of the Lord Dunstable, Franick Castle, Pitlochry, Perthshire, N.B." She had put it in her portfolio, out of which it had no doubt slipped while she was at work. She and Miss Wigram eyed each other. The girl was evidently agitated. But she seemed not to know how to begin what she had to say.
All Franick had gone to bed, and this wing in which the "state-rooms" were, seemed to be remote from the rest of the house. They were alone; the night was balmy; and there was a flood of secret joy in Doris's veins which gave her a charm, a beguilement Arthur had never seen in her before. She was more woman, and therefore more divine!
My poor boy! Anyway, we can never be grateful enough to you." As for Lady Dunstable, the large circle which gathered for tea under a group of Scotch firs talked indeed, since Franick Castle existed for that purpose, but they talked without a leader. Their hostess sat silent and sombre, with thoughts evidently far away. She took no notice of Meadows whatever, and his attempts to draw her fell flat.
Doris hurried her small household affairs, that she might get off early to the studio; and as she put on her hat, her fancy drew vindictive pictures of the scene which any day might realise the scene at Franick Castle, when Lady Dunstable, unsuspecting, should open the letter which announced to her the advent of her daughter-in-law, Elena, née Flink or should gather the same unlovely fact from a casual newspaper paragraph.
The guests of Franick had scattered in twos and threes over the gardens and the moor, while Doris, her host and hostess, and the solicitor, sat and waited for Alice Wigram. She came with the evening train, tired, dusty, and triumphant; and the information she brought with her was more than enough to go upon.
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