Should She Have Left Him? — page 97: what you’re looking at

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A DIPLOMATIC MOTHER. gt and about which there was an atmosphere of ereater refinement or more elegant luxury. When, in the broad spacious hall, on her way to Dorothy’s boudoir, whither she had been summoned, she encountered Downs, the old Trescotte major-domo whom she had known since girlhood, she knew that the service was as near perfection as human skill could make it, and there was a feeling of pride she could not suppress as she returned the deferential yet self-respectful salutation of Downs. These old servants are the American patents of nobility. If Mrs. Courtenay anticipated an easy victory over her daughter she was doomed to disappoint- ment. Dorothy's greeting of her mother was wetmiig, affectionate. Sie cried 4a little as she laid her head upon her mother’s ample bosom. But it was from nervousness and affection, not from sorrow or a sense of shame. She had sat a long time with Trescotte the previous night, traversing the whole affair, and had retired stronger in her determination not to let the world and society ruin her life, and more confirmed in her conviction that the course chosen was the right one, and not in contravention of moral laws rightly considered. Mrs. Courtenay soon discovered that the woman “now known as Mrs. Trescotte,’ as Mr. Magrane had put it, was a different person from the girl who had left her with a tender, clinging kiss, redo- lent of orange blossoms. There was a passing premonition that her task was not as easy as it appeared at the breakfast table. CoMmicloo SS C@© 3}