She was looking at plans one day in the following spring--they had finally decided to go down into Sussex and build--when Mrs.Charles Wilcox was announced.
"Have you heard the news?"Dolly cried,as soon as she entered the room."Charles is so ang--I mean he is sure you know about it,or rather,that you don't know.""Why,Dolly!"said Margaret,placidly kissing her.
"Here's a surprise!How are the boys and the baby?"Boys and the baby were well,and in describing a great row that there had been at Hilton Tennis Club,Dolly forgot her news.
The wrong people had tried to get in.The rector,as representing the older inhabitants,had said--Charles had said--the tax-collector had said--Charles had regretted not saying--and she closed the deion with,"But lucky you,with four courts of your own at Midhurst.""It will be very jolly,"replied Margaret.
"Are those the plans?Does it matter me seeing them?""Of course not."
"Charles has never seen the plans."
"They have only just arrived.Here is the ground floor--no,that's rather difficult.Try the elevation.
We are to have a good many gables and a picturesque sky-line.""What makes it smell so funny?"said Dolly,after a moment's inspection.She was incapable of understanding plans or maps.
"I suppose the paper."
"And which way up is it?"
"Just the ordinary way up.That's the sky-line,and the part that smells strongest is the sky.""Well,ask me another.Margaret--oh--what was I going to say?How's Helen?""Quite well."
"Is she never coming back to England?Every one thinks it's awfully odd she doesn't.""So it is,"said Margaret,trying to conceal her vexation.She was getting rather sore on this point."Helen is odd,awfully.She has now been away eight months.
"But hasn't she any address?"
"A poste restante somewhere in Bavaria is her address.
Do write her a line.I will look it up for you.""No,don't bother.That's eight months she has been away,surely?""Exactly.She left just after Evie's wedding.
It would be eight months."
"Just when baby was born,then?"
"Just so."
Dolly sighed,and stared enviously round the drawing-room.
She was beginning to lose her brightness and good looks.The Charles'
were not well off,for Mr.Wilcox,having brought up his children with expensive tastes,believed in letting them shift for themselves.
After all,he had not treated them generously.Yet another baby was expected,she told Margaret,and they would have to give up the motor.
Margaret sympathized,but in a formal fashion,and Dolly little imagined that the step-mother was urging Mr.Wilcox to make them a more liberal allowance.She sighed again,and at last the particular grievance was remembered."Oh yes,"she cried,"that is it:Miss Avery has been unpacking your packing-cases.""Why has she done that?How unnecessary!"
"Ask another.I suppose you ordered her to.""I gave no such orders.Perhaps she was airing the things.She did undertake to light an occasional fire.""It was far more than an air,"said Dolly solemnly.
"The floor sounds covered with books.Charles sent me to know what is to be done,for he feels certain you don't know.""Books!"cried Margaret,moved by the holy word.
