"Not bad for solitary meditation; but I didn't know that was in your line. Have you been hidden away long enough? Will you have some tea,—or an ice?"
Dolly laughed vaguely, and stood up. "I should like some tea," she said. The colour had all faded out of her cheeks, leaving her white and limp.
"Dolly, you are half-frozen. The wind is a little chilly, perhaps, but I shouldn't have thought—"
"Yes, it's dreadfully chilly. I'm just like an icicle."
"A cup of tea will put you right. Come along."
A decorated table under some elm-trees had attracted most of the company—tea, cakes, and ices being in full swing. Mervyn found a chair for Dolly close to Margot. "She's chilly, and wants a cup of tea," he said.
"Dolly, you are the colour of the table-cloth," said Margot.
"I had a game, and got too hot; and then I suppose I sat still too long."
"Where have you been? I could not get a glimpse of you anywhere."
"Only under a tree. It was a cosy spot, and I could watch the tennis."