"No."
"And the old lady was not hurt?"
"No."
"She was infinitely grateful," said Mervyn. "Em and I called upon her one day, and found her in a state of gush. Miss Tracy was there also; so we had an opportunity to inspect the heroine."
"Did she bear her honours meekly?" asked Dolly, in an odd constrained voice.
"She didn't seem aware of their existence. Em acted the icicle as usual, and Miss Tracy studied her—rather amused, I thought. She has a piquant way of looking at one through her glasses; unlike the rest of the world. Mrs. Effingham was unutterably grateful to me for doing the polite."
"And you saw her in the Park—afterwards, I suppose?" Margot asked.
"Months after. August."
Mervyn made a movement, as if to go.
"What is she like?" inquired Dolly, in the same stiff voice, as if she had not heard all that passed before.