Kissing her sister again, Ray rose and went back to her seat. Confidently, she said:
"Don't worry, dear. I'm sure everything will be all right soon. You see if I'm not right. By my wedding day—only three weeks away now—you'll think as much of Ken as ever——"
"I hope so, dear, but three weeks is a long time to wait——"
The young girl laughed.
"Why that's nothing at all. Just imagine Ken is ill or gone away from you on a visit for that length of time——"
As she spoke the door opened, and François entered with a silver salver, which he presented to his mistress.
"A letter for Madame."
Helen looked at the envelope and threw it down with a gesture of impatience. Crossly, she exclaimed:
"François, I do wish you'd be more careful. Can't you read. Don't you see the letter is addressed to Mr. Traynor?"
The valet nodded.