"But--we won't have another--till we go to Town." "Very well.

It might be wise.

The servants are rather tired, and if they give warning, we shall never get any more!" Mrs.Friend watched the retreating figure of Helena.

There had indeed been a dizzy succession of week-end parties, and it seemed to her that Lord Buntingford's patience under the infliction had been simply miraculous.

For they rarely contained friends of his own; his lameness cut him off from dancing; and it had been clear to Lucy Friend that in many cases Helena's friends had been sharply distasteful to him.