You will have to come and stay with me.

Do you know of a nice house, Helen, in pretty country, and not too near Miss Buckston ?' It was rather a shame of her, she felt, this proviso, but indeed she had never found Miss Buckston endearing, and since knowing Helen she had seen more clearly than before that she was in many ways oppressive.
Helen was reflecting.

'I do know of a house,' she said, 'in a very nice country, too.

You might have a look at it.

It's where I used to go, as a girl, you know, and stay with my cousins, the Digbys.' 'That would be perfect, Helen.' 'Oh, I don't know that you would find it perfect.