CHAPTER II.
"There is only one bathroom in this house, and it is a day's journey to find it," said Helena, re-entering her own bedroom, where she had left Mrs.Friend in a dimity-covered arm-chair by the window, while she reconnoitred.

"Also, the water is only a point or two above freezing--and as I like boiling--" She threw herself down on the floor by Mrs.Friend's side.

All her movements had a curious certainty and grace like those of a beautiful animal, but the whole impression of her was still formidable to the gentle creature who was about to undertake what already seemed to her the absurd task of chaperoning anything so independent and self-confident.
But the girl clearly wished to make friends with her new companion, and began eagerly to ask questions.
"How did you hear of me?
Do you mind telling me ?" "Just through an agency," said Mrs.Friend, flushing a little.

"I wanted to leave the situation I was in, and the agency told me Lord Buntingford was looking for a companion for his ward, and I was to go and see Lady Mary Chance--" The girl's merry laugh broke out: "Oh, I know Mary Chance--twenty pokers up her backbone! I should have thought--" Then she stopped, looking intently at Mrs.Friend, her brows drawn together over her brilliant eyes.
"What would you have thought ?" Mrs.Friend enquired, as the silence continued.
"Well--that if she was going to recommend somebody to Cousin Philip--to look after me, she would never have been content with anything short of a Prussian grenadier in petticoats.

She thinks me a demon.