He stooped to tie his shoe.
"The duke been here!" said Doris. "The duke and his family to a common farm-house!"
"A farm-house is not so poor a place, missey," said Mark.
Doris sprung up.
"I remember—now I remember! I've had gleams of it, and wondered what I was trying to think of. They came in a gorgeous coach, with men in livery that I thought quite splendid; the duke, a tall, grand man, and with him two ladies?"
"Yes," said Patty, shortly.
"I can see my memories best in the dark," said Doris, shutting her lovely blue eyes. "It is a vague dream of a fair, proud face, a shining, lovely lady all in lace, and silk, and jewels!"
"That was Lady Estelle Hereford," said Mark, carried away.
"Lady Estelle Hereford! There's a name worth wearing! Why did not I have such a name—not that hateful Doris Brace!"
"Your name is good enough," said Mark, tartly.