Dolly's head came round with an air of languid attention.
"A Miss Tracy," said Mervyn.
Margot's eyes wore the look which means recognition of something or somebody, though she only said, "Yes."
"You know the name?"
"There was a brother-officer of my father's, years ago, named Tracy."
"And Miss Tracy said something about a former friend of her father's, named Erskine."
"What is Miss Tracy like?"
"About Dolly's age, I imagine, but she looks older. May be the effect of wearing glasses; and nobody would take Dolly for more than fifteen,—I beg your pardon, Dolly! Miss Tracy's name is Dorothea."
The look of recognition came again to Margot's eyes.
"Ah!" said Mervyn.