A knock was heard at the door, and a footman entered.
“A person with the tapestry, my lady,” he said.
“Oh, very well!” said her ladyship, languidly. “I’ll come and see it. Would you like to come, or are you too tired, dear?”
“I should like to come,” said Doris.
They went into the hall, and a man displayed a length of ancient tapestry.
Lady Despard linked her arm in Doris’, and looked at it for a moment or two with a very small amount of interest, then asked the price.
The man mentioned a sum that rather startled Doris, but her ladyship nodded carelessly.
“Shall I buy it?” she asked of Doris.
Doris could scarcely repress a smile.
“I—really I am no judge,” she said. “I don’t know whether it is worth the money or not.”