The doings of Doris

Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
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A DELIGHTFUL man! Mrs. Brutt declared. Absolutely charming! Handsome—accomplished—clever—fascinating! She hung impressively upon each adjective in turn. Fortune has showered her gifts upon him. Has simply showered them.
Mrs. Brutt viewed her present companion as the reverse of charming. But to one who hated solitude, anybody was better than nobody; and she had seized a chance to inveigle him indoors, much against his will.
Showered—gifts— he repeated vaguely, his one thought being how to escape from durance vile.
Ah, your masculine mind is occupied with weightier matters! —and she rippled into laughter. She had a habit, not agreeable to all hearers, of interlarding her speech with ripples.
I was speaking of the Squire. As I say—a most attractive character. So good of him to come and take tea with me in my humble cot! Overwhelmed as he must be with engagements! I assure you, I appreciate the compliment.
Mr. Winton's grunt might or might not have spelt acquiescence.
And his niece—such an attractive woman! So distinguée! That word does just exactly describe her. Not that I have seen so much of her as of her uncle. She had met Mr. Stirling three times, and Miss Stirling once. But enough to realise what a perfectly unusual character hers is.
The Rector grunted anew. He never discussed one parishioner with another; and he hated gossip with a deadly hatred.
So touching to see his devotion to her—really quite beautiful! I am told that she has been everything to him since his poor wife's death— ten years ago, wasn't it? A great sufferer she must have been—and such a sweet woman. Everybody says so. And now he just leans on his dear niece. So touching, isn't it?
No reply. Grim silence.