Do you believe in premonitions, Sylvia ?" "Sometimes," Sylvia humoured her.
"I have been imagining that if Dick is hiding, a fugitive, he might naturally come to me for help.

I am fanciful, perhaps," she added hastily, lest she should have said too much.

"But there it is.

All day the notion has clung to me, and I have been asking myself desperately what I should do in such a case." "Time enough to consider it when it happens, Una.

After all--" "I know," her ladyship interrupted on that ever-ready note of petulance of hers.