"Nonsense!" cried Dolly. "There isn't a girl for twenty miles round half as pretty as you."
"Of course you expect me to return the compliment," laughed Margot.
"Now, Margot!"
"But it wouldn't be good for you, even if I could. People's heads are easily turned at your age. Isn't that the chaise?"
"Well I shan't look to you for compliments," retorted Dolly, "or to Mrs. Claughton. She is perfectly sure to give me another lecture on having my hair put up. I hope I shall not be cross. It isn't really her business. My father likes this way best,—and—" after a pause, "other people too."
"What other people?" Margot asked the question involuntarily.
"Mervyn and Edred." Dolly's colour went up, and her lips parted into a smile. "Good old Issy has just been trying to find out which of them I like best."
"Yes?" Margot said calmly.
"As if one couldn't like them both in different ways! Come along, Margot."
