"I am always so afraid of any one-sided attachment. Poor little Dolly, it would be dreadfully sad. I am afraid she is susceptible. But I had an opportunity to put a question or two—quite simply—and I assure you, she declared she did not know which she liked best."
"Ah!" Margot said.
"Indeed, she laughed at them both in the most amusing way. On the whole, she seemed to think she preferred Mervyn, because of his good playing. But that means nothing."
"No,—of course. Issy, I would not ask Dolly any more questions."
"I don't think I need. My mind is at rest now."
"Anyhow, it will be wiser not. You see, you might make a slip, and suggest to Dolly just what you don't want her to think about."
"Yes; but I have not done so this time. I was most careful. It all came most naturally and easily," said Isabel, her narrow forehead puckering a little. "I assure you it is all right."
"Only as you have found out what you wanted, I would let things alone now."
"Yes,—to be sure. There is no need to say any more. Are you quite comfortable, Margot? I ought to go to mother."
"And you don't mean to be at the Park?"