Drawing back a little, she looked critically at the general effect.

Mrs.Friend flushed, and presently started in alarm, when Helena took up the comb lying on the dressing-table.
"What are you going to do ?" "Only just to alter your hair a little.

Do you mind?
Do let me.

You look so nice in black.

But your hair is too tight." Mrs.Friend stood paralysed, while with a few soft touches Helena applied the comb.
"Now, isn't that nice! I declare it's charming! Now look at yourself.