"I always liked Mr. Dakers," Miss Chester said mildly. "He is a good man and a gentleman." She said the same thing of all Chris' friends. She could never see evil in anyone.
Dorothy laughed.
"Like him, yes! But he's ugly, all the same!" she insisted. "He doesn't like me, you know."
Nobody answered.
"We had lots of little tiffs when we were up in Scotland," she went on defiantly. "I always believe that he left Chris and came home alone because he couldn't stand the sight of me."
"My dear child!" Miss Chester remonstrated.
"So I do," she reiterated. "He told me once that the modern girl was a horror. I think he thought it was disgraceful because I played golf all day long with Chris and without a chaperon."
"Mr. Dakers isn't a bit narrow-minded," Marie said hotly.
Dorothy shrugged her shoulders.
"And I don't like Mrs. Heriot either," she said irrelevantly. "You never told me anything about her, Marie."