"I could find out—anything you wish. I shall be seeing Miss Tracy."
"I don't think it matters. All intercourse has been dropped for so long; and after all—" Margot hesitated. "Dolly, I am thinking of going home. Will you come with me, or shall I leave you behind?"
"I'll go home."
"Would you not like another game of tennis?" asked Edred.
The tone was unmistakably cold, and he hardly looked at Dolly; or if he looked, his eyes did not meet hers.
"No; I'd rather not," she answered, as coldly.
"I fancy the pony-carriage is here by this time," Margot observed.
She rose, and found her way to Mrs. Claughton, Dolly following, like one in a dream.
"I must say good-bye early to-day," she said to the stout lady.
"Yes, quite right. You had no business to come at all, Margot,—with your spine," said Mrs. Claughton, careless of the fact that Margot hated remarks in public upon her health.