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Updated: May 16, 2025
"No, he always felt attracted by Nancy she was wonderfully attractive to men, Joan, but I honestly believe it was Clive who made Ken realize. Ken is the slow, sure sort; while Clive is rather devastating, you know. He doesn't waste time or energy when he sees his way he goes! He is very like what his uncle was when I first knew him only surer of himself." Doris's lips trembled.
"Miss Wigram," said the artist, raising his voice, "let me introduce you to my niece, Mrs. Meadows." The girl rose from her chair again and bowed. Then Doris saw that she had a charming tired face, beautiful eyes on which she had just placed spectacles, and soft brown hair framing her thin cheeks. "A novelty since you were here," whispered Bentley in Doris's ear. "She's an accountant capital girl!
Now whether the paper in the bag was not very good to begin with; or whether Mary Jane held the parcel too tightly or what it would be hard to say but Mary Jane had not gone five steps past Doris's house before she felt a funny little movement in the bag under her arm. She looked and what do you suppose she found had happened? That sugar bag had sprung a leak.
And in poor Doris's troubled mind the whole scene save the two central figures, Lady Dunstable and Arthur seemed to melt away. She was not the first wife, by a long way, into whose quiet breast Lady Dunstable had dropped these seeds of discord.
Indeed, the Syracusans were urgent that their own countrywoman might be preferred before the stranger; but Doris, to compensate for her foreign extraction; had the good fortune to be the mother of the son and heir of the family, whilst Aristomache continued a long time without issue, though Dionysius was very desirous to have children by her, and, indeed, caused Doris's mother to be put to death, laying to her charge that she had given drugs to Aristomache, to prevent her being with child.
After all, the best any of us can do for a child is to set it free; point out the channels and keep the lights burning!" "David, you are wonderful. You should have had children." The tears were in Doris's eyes. "Oh! I don't know I'd have to have too many other things tacked on. All children are mine now, in a sense." David pushed the tray away and leaned luxuriously back in his chair.
Unfortunately, however, he hit upon an unhappy expedient. He tried to persuade her to make a friend of a certain Doris Hayward, instead of Lorraine. Doris's brother had been Dudley's great friend in the days when both were articled to the same profession, but a terrible accident had later lain him on an invalid couch for the rest of his life.
And in Doris's heart there was a glory like that of the evening, and, like the burning sky, bearing with it a promise of fair days to come. The glory and the promise stole through all her thoughts, softening and transmuting everything. "When he grows up if he were to marry such a woman and I didn't know if all his life and mine were spoilt and nobody said a word!" Her eyes filled with tears.
That Lady Dunstable should have unkindly slighted this motherless girl, who had evidently plenty of natural capacity under her shyness, was just like her, and Doris's feelings of antagonism to the tyrant were only sharpened by her acquaintance with the victim. Why should Miss Wigram worry her self? Lord Dunstable? Well, but after all, capable men should keep such wives in order.
During the weeks that followed the Meadowses' first visit to Crosby Ledgers, Doris's conscience was by no means asleep on the subject of Lady Dunstable.
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