Order what you like, and if Mrs.
Mawson bothers you, send her to me.

Geoffrey comes to-night, and we shall be seven to-morrow." He made for the door.

Helena had turned suddenly at his last words, eye and cheek kindling.
"Hm--" she said, under her breath--"So he has sent the telegram." She left the window, and began to walk restlessly about the room, looking now at the books, now at the piano.

Her face hardened, and she paid no attention to Mrs.Friend's little comments of pleasure on the room and its contents.

Presently indeed she cut brusquely across.
"I am just going down to the stables to see whether my horse has arrived.
A friend of mine bought her for me in town--and she was to be here early this morning.