Philippa laughed a little drearily.

"A nice start that would be, if any one ever traced his arrival!"
she observed. "No, we must try and get him away before Henry comes,
but, if the worst comes to the worst, we'll have him in and
introduce him. Henry isn't likely to notice anything," she added,
a little bitterly.

Helen disappeared with the clothes and returned almost immediately,
Philippa was sitting in her old position by the fire.

"You're not worrying about this, dear, are you?" the former asked
anxiously.

"I don't know," Philippa replied, without turning her head. "I don't
know what may come of it, Helen. I have a queer sort of feeling
about that man."

Helen sighed. "I suppose," she confessed, "I am the narrowest
person on earth. I can think of one thing, and one thing only.
If Mr. Lessingham keeps his word, Dick will be here perhaps in a
month, perhaps six weeks--certainly soon!"

"He will keep his word," Philippa said quietly. "He is that sort
of man."

The door on the other side of the room was softly opened.
Lessingham's head appeared.

"Could I have a necktie?" he asked diffidently. Philippa stretched