"Oh, you are! I do not know what in the world I should have done, if you had not let me go with you to London now."
"What can I do for you when we get there?"
"Oh, nothing! thank you."
"You know exactly where to go and what to do?"
"I shall take a cab and go—let me see,—yes, to father's rooms. If I do not find him there, I must go to his office."
"In the City?"
"Yes. Will that be very far from your house? Why, yes, of course; we shall be at the West End. Well, all the same, near or far, I must see my father."
"You must be so good as to let me go in the cab with you," said Mrs. Jersey. "I cannot let you drive all about London alone by yourself."
"Oh, thank you!" said Dolly again, with an undoubted accent of relief. "But"——
That sentence remained unfinished. Dolly meditated. So did the housekeeper. She was wise enough to see that all was not exactly clear and fair in her young friend's path; of what nature the trouble might be she could only surmise.