"Certainly! I will let you know. Smith is an able man, of course." Doughton gave the number of his chambers, and retreated hastily, glad that the man had questioned him no further.
He found his cab and flung himself wearily against the cushions. And now for Doris!
But Doris was not visible. Lady Dinsmore met him in the morning room, her usually serene countenance full of trouble. He took her hand in silence.
"It is good of you, my dear Frank, to come so quickly. You have heard all?"
He nodded.
"How is Doris?"
She sank into a chair and shook her head.
"The child is taking it terribly hard! Quite tearless, but with a face like frozen marble! She refused to believe the news, until she saw his own writing. Then she fainted."
Lady Dinsmore took out her lace handkerchief and wiped her eyes.