A few minutes later Dora re-entered the drawing room. Her father and mother were seated close together, closer than she had seen them for years. Mrs. Glynde was pale, with two scarlet patches.
Dora collected her belongings, preparatory to going to bed.
“Jem,” she said quietly, “is absurdly proud of his new honours. It affects his chin, which has gone up exactly one inch.”
Then she went to bed.
CHAPTER VII. ON THE ROOF OF THE WORLD
The more a man has in himself, the less he will want from other people.
“Here—hi!”
As no one replied to this summons either, by voice or approach, the young man subsided into occupied silence.