Her Faithful Knight — page 81: what you’re looking at

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Ways and Means. 77 years alternately snubbed and patronized him, while she divided what affection she had to give between her favor- ite dog and her favorite nephew, the latter being Harold Knight, father of Phyllis and Dorothy. Circumstances had intervened to severely test the par- tiality shown by Mrs. Julius Knight for her husband's nephew, and with the remembrance of them weighing heavily upon her heart, Dorothy stood on the steps of her great aunt’s huge grey stucco mansion in Bayswater in the afternoon of that midsummer Sunday, and asked the pompous footman who opened the door to convey her card to Mrs. Knight and ask if that lady could grant her a few minutes’ conversation. This was the second time in one day that a footman had looked down upon Miss Knight, with a fine contempt for her shabby clothes effacing any possible admiration of her beautiful figure and face. Dorothy felt this bitterly, knowing quite well that her aunt’s servant’s “young wo- man’ would be much smarter on her Sundays out than she herself could ever afford to be. “Very sorry, miss, but Mrs. Knight’s hout.” “You had better take Mrs. Knight my card.” The man glanced at it superciliously, but, seeing the name, his expression changed, and he asked her to wait while he “saw whether his mistress had returned.” He reappeared very shortly and conducted Dorothy to a little boudoir on the first floor, one of Mrs. Knight’s private apartments, which included also her bed-room, her bath- room and her dressing-room. The boudoir was hung with pale blue quilted satin and panels of looking-glass. The window opened out into a small fernery, and the sunlight glittered on a shoal of goldfish swimming round a marble basin, raised on slen- der columns a few feet from the ground, and sporting a little splashing fountain. A small, white, long-eared dog Eomicboo ‘S ((0)