"I've given my view of the matter. Ask Edred! He's quite intimate in the house; and I haven't so much as ventured to call. I did propose it, and had a snubbing from the gallant Colonel. But black cloth may go anywhere."
Mervyn was gone, and Edred lingered in an uncertain manner, showing an evident inclination to decamp also.
"So you see a good deal of Miss Tracy?" said Margot.
"She teaches in our Sunday-school."
"Ali, that would bring you together, of course."
Margot paused, with a sudden thought of Dolly; but she would not even look in her sister's direction, for fear the glance should be noticed. She knew, without looking, that the usually restless Dolly was seated like a small statue, white and motionless.
"Yes, sometimes."
"Does she teach well?"
"Very well."
"The fact is, I am interested about her. My father, once upon a time, knew some Tracys very well. But that was years ago—a good many years."