A telegram goes anyway to Donald to-morrow morning--and we shall see.

So good-night, Cousin Philip!" And blowing a kiss towards the empty hall, she gathered her white skirts round her, and fled laughing towards her own room.
But just as she neared it, a door in front of her, leading to a staircase, opened, and a man in khaki appeared, carrying a candle.

It was Captain Lodge, her neighbour at the dinner-table.

The young man stared with amazement at the apparition rushing along the gallery towards him,--the girl's floating hair, and flushed loveliness as his candle revealed it.

Helena evidently enjoyed his astonishment, and his sudden look of admiration.