"No, not next week. Thank you awfully, you dear old thing!"
"It is no kindness to spoil you, Dolly."
"O no,—but I don't mean to be spoilt. Isn't Margot going out to-day?"
"I don't think she can. Her back is bad. That is why I don't like to go with you to the Park."
"There's no need. I don't want any chaperon there, happily."
Dolly danced away, and Isabel went slowly to the breakfast-room, where Margot was lying on the couch.
"I have just been having a little talk with Dolly," she said.
"Yes?" Margot's peculiar whiteness of complexion and hands gave her a very delicate look; but the features were small and regular, and the expression was so sweet, that many counted her beautiful.
"She was in such a state of excitement about going to the Park. Of course,—Mervyn and Edred being there—"
"Yes?"