“Yes, dear?”
“Can he spare you?”
Henry wished her to come, and had been very kind. Yet again Margaret said so.
Mrs. Munt did not die. Quite outside her will, a more dignified power took hold of her and checked her on the downward slope. She returned, without emotion, as fidgety as ever. On the fourth day she was out of danger.
“Margaret—important,” it went on: “I should like you to have some companion to take walks with. Do try Miss Conder.”
“I have been a little walk with Miss Conder.”
“But she is not really interesting. If only you had Helen.”
“I have Tibby, Aunt Juley.”
“No, but he has to do his Chinese. Some real companion is what you need. Really, Helen is odd.”
“Helen is odd, very,” agreed Margaret.