"Do you not forget it sometimes?" asked Dolly, laughing, but with less genuine mirth.
"Do not be silly!" exclaimed Marion with a slight shade of annoyance. She had been helping Dolly with the roses, all of which, with the exception of two, were now arranged in a vase.
"These will not go in," she said, holding up the remaining flowers. "You might stick them into that little silver cup."
"To represent you—and the other man. A red and a white rose. Is that it?"
"Or you and me," suggested Mrs. Darche in perfect innocence. "Why not?"
"Tell me," said Dolly, when they had finished, "who is he?"
"Why, Russell Vanbrugh, of course."
"Oh!" exclaimed Dolly, turning her head away. "Why of course?"
"Oh, because—"
"Why not Harry Brett?" asked Dolly, with the merciless insistence peculiar to very young people.