And then somebody asked me to a dance, and I went.

And next morning I just made up my mind that everything else in the world was rot, and I would go to a dance every night.

So I chucked the canteen and I chucked a good deal of the driving--except by day--and I just dance--and dance!" Suddenly she began to whistle a popular waltz--and the next minute the two elder people found themselves watching open-mouthed the whirling figure of Miss Helena Pitstone, as, singing to herself, and absorbed apparently in some new and complicated steps, she danced down the whole length of the drawing-room and back again.

Then out of breath, with a curtsey and a laugh, she laid a sudden hand on Mrs.Friend's arm.
"Will you come and talk to me--before dinner?
I can't talk--before _him_.
Guardians are impossible people!" And with another mock curtsey to Lord Buntingford, she hurried Mrs.Friend to the door, and then disappeared.
Her guardian, with a shrug of the shoulders, walked to his writing-table, and wrote a hurried note.
"My dear Geoffrey--I will send to meet you at Dansworth to-morrow by the train you name.

Helena is here--very mad and very beautiful.