Then, with one of her quick changes, she came near to him again.

"Geoffrey!--it's no good pressing me--but don't be angry with me, there's a dear.

Just be my friend and help me!" She put a hand on his arm, and the face that looked into his would have bewitched a stone.
"That's a very old game, Helena.

'Marry you?
Rather not! but you may join the queue of rejected ones if you like.'" A mischievous smile danced in Helena's eyes.
"None of them can say I don't treat them nicely!" "I daresay.

But I warn you I shan't accept the position for long.