Happily she was going to lunch with her friend Mrs.Borisoff, anything but a sentimental person.

She began to discern a possibility of taking Helen Borisoff into her confidence.

With someone she _must_ talk freely; Olga would only harm her; in Helen she might find the tonic of sound sense which her mood demanded.
Olga Hannaford, meanwhile, finished her toilet, and, having had no breakfast, went out a little after midday to the restaurant in Oxford Street where she often lunched.

Her walking-dress showed something of the influence of Miss Bonnicastle; it was more picturesque, more likely to draw the eye, than her costume of former days.

She walked, too, with an air of liberty which marked her spiritual progress.