"Not even afternoon teas?"
Dorothea shook her head smilingly.
"But that must be awfully dull," the young man said, with a face of concern.
"I suppose it is,—rather. I should not mind going somewhere to afternoon tea now and then. I really did go once to Mrs. Mordan in the spring."
"Once in the spring!"
"Yes. That isn't getting into the whirlpool, is it?"
"Sounds more like Craye than London."
"Craye!" Dorothea repeated the word in a puzzled tone, wondering what connection she had with the word. "Is your home at Craye?"
"Hasn't Edred acquainted you with that fact?"
"I don't know. He has not said much about his home. And I have only seen your sister once,—that pretty sister of yours."