This time I am really going to look after my horse!" A laugh, and a wave of the hand--she had disappeared.

Mrs.Friend was left to reflect on the New Woman.

Was it in truth the war that had produced her ?--and if so, how and why?
All that seemed probable was that in two or three weeks' time, perhaps, she would be again appealing to the same agency that had sent her to Beechmark.

She believed she was entitled to a month's notice.
Poor Lord Buntingford! Her sympathies were hotly on his side, so far as she had any understanding of the situation into which she had been plunged with so little warning.

Yet when Helena was actually there at her feet, she was hypnotized.