Many matters were under her control, but were not, so to speak, connected with the outer world.

Thus ran the letter: "S.R.W.C., HANOVER SQUARE, "November 1, 1891.
"DEAR MARGERY, "I want to see you and talk something over, so I'm running down on Sunday afternoon.

There is a train of sorts.

Any loft will do for me to sleep in if your house is full, as it may be, I suppose, at this time of year.

On second thoughts I will tell you what I want to see you about.
You know, of course, that since her father died I am Helen Bellew's only guardian.