"I don't know. Everything."
"Not only this disappointment about the evening at the Park?"
"Oh,—that and—everything."
"I'm so sorry. It is very unfortunate, as Emmeline says. After you were gone, I tried to feel my way to some other arrangement; but Emmeline did not help me. If Mrs. Claughton has set her mind on having my father, she would not care to have you and me without him,—two ladies at a dinner are not very welcome, you know. And I don't quite think we both ought to leave Miss Tracy under the circumstances. Colonel Tracy must be a touchy man, and he might take offence. And, Dolly, I don't think it would do for you to go alone, well as we know the Claughtons. Even if Emmeline had proposed it, and she didn't—"
"No," whispered Dolly.
"But we are sure to see Mervyn and Edred somehow."
Dolly sighed heavily.
"Perhaps Edred may stay longer than he intends."
"Yes," murmured Dolly; "when he knows that—that—she will be here."
"Dorothea Tracy? It may be only our fancy about him and her. Still—"