Dolly saw Edred's head, far away in the throng, moving to and fro. He seemed to be attending to people's wants busily. She had no inclination now to blush, feeling too cold and miserable; besides, he showed no disposition to come near. Mervyn, not Edred, brought tea and cake.
"That will do you good," he said, pulling a chair up for himself. "Everybody seems supplied, so I don't see why I shouldn't indulge in a moment's repose. Feeding the British public is hard work!" This in a confidential undertone.
"Edred is making himself desperately useful," remarked Margot.
"Edred never does anything less than desperately. Can't be moderate if he tries."
[CHAPTER XIII]
DOLLY'S TROUBLE
"BY-THE-BYE—" exclaimed Mervyn.
"Something very important?" asked Margot, as he stopped.
"Well, no! A sudden idea. I came across a young lady in town, not long ago, who seemed immensely interested in all of you—in Dolly especially."