Mrs.Friend gave a mute assent.

Suddenly Helena laid an arm round the little woman's neck.
"I want you to be friends with me--will you?
I hated the thought of a chaperon--I may as well tell you frankly.

I thought I should probably quarrel with you in a week.

That was before I arrived.

Then when I saw you, I suddenly felt--'I shall like her! I'm glad she's here--I shan't mind telling her my affairs.' I suppose it was because you looked so--well, so meek and mild--so different from me--as though a puff would blow you away.