Lessingham drove the two women to their hotel in Dover Street.
"We've had a most delightful evening," Philippa assured him, as they said good night.

"You are coming round to see us in the morning, aren't you ?" "If I may," Lessingham assented.
Helen found her way into Philippa's room, later on that night.

She had nerved herself for a very thankless task.
"May I sit down for a few moments ?" she asked, a little nervously.

"Your fire is so much better than mine." Philippa glanced at her friend through the looking-glass before which she was brushing her hair, and made a little grimace.

She felt a forewarning of what was coming.
"Of course, dear," she replied.