“Your home is not near?”
“In Montana.”
“My goodness! You cannot go back to-night, that is sure. But why did you not write?”
“I telegraphed I was coming.”
“I never heard of it. Perhaps the message was not received. Gregson!”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied the footman.
“You said something about a taxicab waiting outside with this young lady’s luggage?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Go and pay the man and have the baggage brought in——”
“I’ll pay for it, ma’am,” said Helen, hastily, trying to unlock her bag.