"Tell me" cried Helen and she sank exhausted into a chair.
"I fear" began Cyril "I greatly fear that your poor dear father commited—had reasons for depriving himself of life."
"What!" cried Helen, starting to her feet, "you Cyril Sheene dare to insult me to my face, will you too turn, false, oh how dare you say my father commited suicide."
"I dare Helen because I know it" replied Cyril.
"You dont know it" screached Helen, "oh Cyril," and the poor un nerved girl sank sobbing on the bed.
"Hush Helen," cried Cyril stroking her ruffled hair, "we wont talk about it any more, but indeed you can not go home today, it is impossible."
"I must I must" moaned Helen "oh Cyril let me go, I want to see Marshland."
"Helen, you cant go" replied Cyril "why do you want Marshland?"
"Because she is my only true friend" cried Helen.
"Helen am I not a true friend" asked Cyril reproachfully.