CHAPTER III.
There was a light tap on Mrs.Friend's door.

She said "Come in" rather unwillingly.

Some time had elapsed since she had seen Helena's fluttering white disappear into the corridor beyond her room; and she had nourished a secret hope that the appointment had been forgotten.

But the door opened slightly.

Mrs.Friend saw first a smiling face, finger on lip.
Then the girl slipped in, and closed the door with caution.
"I don't want that 'very magnificent three-tailed Bashaw' to know we are discussing him.