"It is the price of celebrity," said the earl. "A man who wishes to advance with the public must always keep himself before the public eye. You would be surprised how famous these little paragraphs, as you call them, have made you already. People often ask me about Earle Moray. You will have a greater name than this some day, and you will wonder how you have acquired it." In the meantime he was wonderfully happy. He was not to commence his engagement until the middle of April, and the earl insisted upon it that he should continue at Linleigh Court. "Lessons in social life are as needful as any others," said Lord Linleigh. "You cannot do better for the next few weeks than spend as much time as possible with Lady Estelle. I will introduce you to the chief magnates of the county; and so you will be acquiring knowledge of one kind, if not of another." The next great event was a visit from the Duke and Duchess of Downsbury to Linleigh Court. The duke had long desired to go, but the duchess, prouder than himself, constantly refused. At last curiosity prevailed. Lord Linleigh wrote such glowing accounts of his happiness, and such descriptions of the beauty of his daughter and the happiness of his wife, that it was not in human nature to keep away any longer. Then, indeed, was Lady Doris puzzled. The countess seemed to have but one anxiety: it was not for herself at all, but for Lord Linleigh's daughter--that she should look beautiful, that they should admire her, that she should make the most favorable impression on them, seemed to be her sole desire. The young beauty was highly amused at it. They were talking one morning, and Lady Estelle held a long, shining tress of Doris' hair in her hand. "I hope," she said, suddenly, "the duchess will admire your hair, Doris." "Do you, Lady Linleigh?" was the reply, with a little raising of the eyebrows. "I am not very anxious about it myself." "My darling," said the countess, impulsively, "do not say that. I want my mother to admire and to like, even to love you." "It is very kind of you, Lady Linleigh, but it is very improbable. I fancy that I remember her grace. She is very tall and stately, is she not? with a proud, high-bred face--not handsome at all, but very aristocratic?" "Yes," said Lady Estelle, faintly, "that is she." "Then I am quite sure, dear Lady Linleigh, she will not like me. I must have been quite a child when you paid that memorable visit to Brackenside, but I remember her much better than I remember you, and I am quite sure that she looked as though she would like to shake me." "But, Doris," said the countess, earnestly, "you must try to make the duchess like you. You will try, will you not, my dear?" "Will you tell me why, Lady Linleigh?" asked the young girl. The countess grew pale and agitated. "Do it to please me, my darling, because I want her to like you--do it for my sake. Will you, Doris?" The girl laughed--a low, rippling laugh, that had no music in it.