THE YELLOW DOVE
sportsman and man about town, who as everybody knew would never set the world afire.
No one knew how this miracle had happened, for Doris Mather’s brains were above the ordinary; she had a discriminating taste in books and a knowledge of pictures, and just before dinner, upstairs in a burst of confidence she had given her surprised hostess an idea of what a man should be.
“He should be clever, Betty,” she sighed, “a worker, a dreamer of great dreams, a firebrand in every good cause, a patriot willing to fight to the last drop of his blood”
Lady Betty’s laughter disconcerted her and she paused.
“And that is why you chose the Honorable Cyril?”
Miss Mather compressed her lips and frowned at her image in the mirror.
“Don’t be nasty, Betty. I couldn’t marry a man as old as John Rizzio.”
Lady Betty only laughed again.
“Forgive me, dear, but it really is most curious. I wouldn’t laugh if you hadn’t been so careful to describe to me all the virtues that Cyril—hasn’t.”
Doris powdered the end of her nose thoughtfully.
“I suppose they’re all a myth—men like that. They simply don’t exist—that’s all.”
Lady Betty pinned a final jewel on her bodice.
“I’m sure John Rizzio is flattered at your choice. Cyril is an old dear. But to marry! I’d as soon take the automatic chess player. Why are you going to marry Cyril, Doris?” she asked.
A long pause and more powder.
“I’m not sure that I am. I don’t even know why I
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