CHAPTER 18
THE OFFICE
Left alone in the dreary little cottage, a sense of utter lonliness came over Helen. She truly felt as though the one spark of happiness in her life had faded. Sitting down in an arm chair, she took up some crochet and tried to do a little work before sunset.
In a few minutes Cyril entered, fresh from a country walk.
"Ah Helen" he cried "you're busy I see."
"No I'm not" replied Helen sadly "did you want me for anything?"
"Well I was thinking it might be as well to go and see the autioneer, Mr. Graham," replied Cyril "you see all this furniture must be sold and a week is but a short time to settle everything."
"Yes I presume that would be best" said Helen with a sigh "where does this Mr. Graham live?" "Not a very long way off" replied Cyril "49 Eastern Grove is his address"