Jill felt a sort of forlorn consolation in using up her strength in my service: she would hardly let me do anything myself; I might sit down and order her about from morning to night if I chose.
I made her very happy by leaving some of my possessions under her care--some books that I knew she would like to read, and other treasures that I had locked up in my wardrobe.

Jill had the key and could rummage if she liked, but she told me quite seriously that it would comfort her to come and look at them sometimes.

'It will feel as though you were coming back some day, Ursie,' she said affectionately.
Late one afternoon I left her busy in my room, and went to the Albert Hall Mansions to bid good-bye to Lesbia.

I had called once or twice, but had always missed her.

So I slipped across in the twilight, as I thought at that hour they would have returned from their drive.
The Albert Hall Mansions were only a stone's throw from Uncle Brian's house, so I considered myself safe from any remonstrance on Aunt Philippa's part.