"Oh I dont know, dont ask me," cried poor Helen.
"Dont cry so Helen dear" said Gladys "after all it may not be as bad as Mr. Sheene thinks."
"Wont you allow me to come to Warwick with you Miss Winston?" asked Mr. Palsey kindly.
"You're very kind" sobbed Helen, "but Gladys wont like it."
"Dont think of me for one instant" said Gladys, patting Helen's head "of course you'll go with her James and Marshland and I will keep house till you come back."
"I had better go tonight" said Helen getting up from the sofa and glancing at the pretty little tea table, which five minutes ago she had arranged with such love and care.
"Yes miss, the telegram says at once" replied Marshland, "I wonder when the next train is."
"I can tell you" cried Mr. Palsey producing a time table from his pocket and running his finger down the column.
"Poor Helen" said Gladys kissing her fondly.
"Seven fifteen is the next" said Mr. Palsey, "that'll give you nice time to get ready," and it gets to Warwick at 11-30.