Doris watched the three angrily from the window.
"What is father saying that I may not hear? See how oddly Mrs. Moray looks, and Earle too! What is he saying?"
"Perhaps that he has no fortune to give you," hinted Patty.
"My face is my fortune," cried Doris, pettishly.
"Dear child, do not be so vain! Suppose you lost that fortune."
"Then I'd kill myself. I would not live unbeautiful!"
Poor Patty held up her hands in horror.
CHAPTER XVII.
A SHINING MEMORY.
Yes, Mark, in plain phrases, had told his story. Mrs. Moray had opened the way, saying, frankly: