Am I free, or am I not free?
Anyway, I've just sent that telegram." "To whom ?" cried Mrs.Friend.
"To Lord Donald, of course, asking him to meet me at the Ritz next Wednesday.

If you will be so good"-- the brown head made her a ceremonial bow--"as to go up with me to town--we can go to my dressmaker's together--I have got heaps to do there--then I can leave you somewhere for lunch--and pick you up again afterwards!" "Of course, Miss Pitstone--Helena!--I can't do anything of the sort, unless your guardian agrees." "Well, we shall see," said Helena coolly, jumping up.

"I mean to tell him after lunch.

Don't please worry.

And good-bye till lunch.