Edred looked reluctant.
"Yes, I remember," he said.
"How did it happen?" inquired Margot, while Dolly sat motionless, rigid with the effort not to tremble.
"Mrs. Effingham slipped down on a slide, after leaving the church. A hansom cab would have been upon her, but Miss Tracy pulled her away in time. No one else was within reach."
A drier statement could hardly have been made, but all who knew Edred knew that any amount of unexpressed admiration might lie below.
"How plucky of her!" exclaimed Margot.
Edred merely said, "Yes."
"And you were there?"
"I was there—not near enough to act, unhappily."
"Ah, that is why nobody has heard the story. Men don't like to be outdone by a girl. But it was not your fault."