Chapter VII.—GhostsOnly A few months after his aunt's death, his uncle died, too, and Richard came into the baronetcy. Then followed four years of almost unalloyed happiness for Dora. Two children were born to her and she was worshipped by her husband. With her good looks and her poise and dignity as if she came from among the highest in the land, he was immensely proud of her.
As had always been her dream, she moved now among the best society people, and she often smiled to herself as she compared her present state with that when she lived in those drab and ill-furnished rooms above the wine offices in Bordeaux. She sighed a little, however, thinking how thrilled her poor mother would have been had she only lived to see how she had got on.
She hardly ever thought of her father now, dism
