On stating her errand, she was handed over to a female servant, who stood in the hall.
“She was to be harsked in,” she heard the footman observe, confidentially, to the young woman, “and taken to Miss Crewe's room immediate.”
So she was led up-stairs, and ushered into a pretty bedroom, where she found Dolly sitting by the fire in a dressing-gown, with her hair about her shoulders.
She jumped up the moment Mollie entered, and ran to her, brush in hand, to kiss her.
“You are a good child,” she said. “Come to the fire and sit down. Did you have any trouble in finding the house? I was afraid you would. It was just like me to forget the dress, and I never missed it until I began to look for it, wanting to wear it to-night. How is Tod?”
“He has got another tooth,” said Mollie. “I found it to-day. Dolly,” glancing round, “how nice your room is!”
“Yes,” answered Dolly, checking a sigh, “but don't sigh after the fleshpots of Egypt, Mollie. One does n't see the dullest side of life at Bloomsbury Place, at least.”
“Is it dull here?” asked Mollie.
Dolly shrugged her expressive shoulders.
“Berlin-wool work is n't exciting,” she said. “How did you leave Griffith?”