"Yes, frankness is what Lord Linleigh calls one of my failings."
"Why is it a failing?" he asked.
"Because I carry it to excess. I have an unfortunate habit of saying whom I like, whom I dislike, what I care for, and what I do not care for."
That frank abandon was not much like the Doris he had known.
"That is very nice," he said; "I wish I dare ask if you are likely to like me?"
"I will tell you when I know more of you," was the reply. "I have a fashion of showing my liking, which I am quite sure is a little outre."
"Have you ever been in Italy?" he asked, watching her intently as he spoke.
If there had been the least change of color, if her eyes had drooped in the least from his, he would have said: "Doris, I have found you!"
As it was, the only expression on her face was one of innocent surprise.
"In Italy?" she repeated. "Oh, yes, I finished my education there!"