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IT was not often that Mrs. Donald Dawlish made a call at any hour of the day; the appearance in Berkeley Square of her big Rolls was something of an event. But at eleven o'clock at night.
"Mrs. Dawlish?" sad Jane in wonder, when the footman came to her with the news. She had not seen the woman for two years. Indeed, Mrs. Dawlish's attitude of late had been frankly antagonistic. "Ask her to come up, please."