I don't ask Buntingford to like him, of course.

He isn't his sort.

But he really might let me alone!" "But you asked him to stay in Lord Buntingford's house--and without consulting--" "Well--and it's going to be _my_ house, too, for two years--if I can possibly bear it.

When Mummy begged me, I told Buntingford my conditions.
And he's broken them!" And standing still, the tempestuous creature drew herself to her full height, her arms rigid by her side--a tragic-comic figure in the dim illumination of the two guttering candles.
Mrs.Friend attempted a diversion.
"Who else is coming for the week-end ?" Instantly Helena's mood dissolved in laughter.

She came to perch herself on the arm of Mrs.Friend's chair.
"There--now let's forget my tiresome guardian.