Mrs. Willoughby was interrupted by the appearance of Stubbs bringing in the tea.
"Is Mrs. Darche at home if any one calls, Stubbs?" she inquired.
"No, madam. Mrs. Darche is upstairs and not at home." He paused a moment to see whether Mrs. Willoughby meant to say anything more, and then left the room.
"Dear Mrs. Willoughby, I do so want to ask you a question," said Dolly, beginning to pour the tea.
"What is it, my dear?"
"One lump or two?" inquired Dolly with hesitation.
"Is that all?" asked Mrs. Willoughby with a slight laugh.
"Not quite," answered Dolly. "Do you take milk?"
"Please, and one lump. What is the question, child?"
"No," said Dolly, laughing herself. "It was foolish and inquisitive, and all sorts of horrid things. I think I had better not ask it."