head. Upon my word I don't see why you should think it impossible that
Sir Leslie should come here just for the sake of improving an
acquaintance which he found pleasant. That's what he gave me to
understand, and he put it very nicely too!"

"I do not think that Sir Leslie is that sort of man, mother."

"And I don't see how you know anything about it," was the sharp response.
"Ring the bell, please. I want to speak to Mary about my skirt."

"You mean to dine with him then, mother?" she asked, crossing the room
towards the bell.

"Of course! I've accepted. To-night and as often as he chooses to ask me.
Now don't upset me, please. I want to look my best to-night, and if I get
angry my hair goes all out of curl."

The girl went back to her typewriter. She unfolded a sheet of copy, and
placed it on the stand before her.

"If you have made up your mind, mother, I suppose you will go," she said.
"Still--I wish you wouldn't."

Mrs. Phillimore shrugged her shoulders.

"If I did what you wished all the time," she remarked, pettishly, "I
might as well drown myself at once. Can't you understand, Hester?" she
added, with a sudden change of manner, "that I must do something to help
me to forget? You don't want to see me go mad, do you?"