Perhaps you won't like the arrangement?
Well, it will amuse you to undo it!" If there was the slightest touch of sarcasm in the eyes that travelled from her to the books, Helena took it meekly.

She went to the bookshelves.

Poets, novelists, plays, philosophers, economists, some French and Italian books, they were all in their proper places.

The books were partly her own, partly her mother's.

Helena eyed them thoughtfully.
"You must have taken a lot of trouble." "Not at all.