It is
only the strong who mistrust their own power. Dora Glynde had always
looked upon herself as a somewhat weak and easily led person; she was
beginning to feel her own strength now and to rejoice in it. From the
first she half-suspected a trap of some sort. Such a subterfuge was
eminently characteristic of Mrs. Agar, and that lady's manner of
welcoming her only increased the suspicion.
The mistress of Stagholme was positively crackling with an excitement
which even her best friend could not have called suppressed. There was no
suppression whatever about it.
"So good of you," she panted, "to come, Dora dear!"
And she searched madly for her pocket handkerchief.
"Not at all," replied Dora, very calmly.
"And now, dear," went on the lady of the house, "are we going to talk
about it?"
The question was somewhat futile, for it was easy to see that she was not
in a condition to talk of anything else.
"I think not," replied Dora. She had a way of using the word "think" when
she was positive.
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