He's spoiling that beautiful car of yours." "Is he?
He suits me.

Have you been scolding him all the way ?" "Well, I told him a few things--in your interest." Lord Buntingford laughed.

A few words followed in lowered tones.
"He is telling her about me," thought Mrs.Friend, and presently caught a chuckle, very merry and musical, which brought an involuntary smile to her own eyes.

Then the door was thrown back, and Lord Buntingford ushered in his ward.
"This is Mrs.Friend, Helena.

She arrived just before you did." The girl advanced with sudden gravity and offered her hand.