“I do, and I'll tell you why,” Helen answered. “I don't think Mr. Lessingham is at all the type of man to which you are accustomed. I think that he is in deadly earnest about you. I think that he was in deadly earnest from the first. You don't really care for him, do you, dear?”
“Very much, and yet not, perhaps, quite in the way you are thinking of,” was the quiet reply.
“Then please send him away,” Helen begged.
“My dear, how can I?” Philippa objected. “He has done us an immense service, and he can't disobey his orders.”
“You don't want him to go away, then?”
Philippa was silent for several moments. “No,” she admitted, “I don't think that I do.”
“You don't care for Henry any more?”
“Just as much as ever,” was the somewhat bitter reply. “That's what I resent so much. I should like Henry to believe that he had killed every spark of love in me.”
Helen moved across and sat on the arm of her friend's chair. She felt that she was going to be very daring.
“Have you any idea at the back of your mind, dear,” she asked “of making use of Mr. Lessingham to punish Henry?”