"You can be properly at home and watch Helen draw or me paint," she went on. "Helen musses about with charcoals and I with oils. You will see what life is like in the French country. Mother will write inviting you. Will you come?"
Her glance was cousinly and insistent. The glance did it. He decided that he would cut out Vienna and go to Mervaux for the second week in August of that year, 1914.
CHAPTER IV
TOO MUCH ANCESTOR
"Helen's temper again!" exclaimed Mrs. Sanford to her husband, after Helen's outburst.
"Sometimes I do not wonder that Helen has a temper," said the vicar.
"But when a girl is as plain as she is, really it is the one thing she should avoid," persisted his wife.
"Yes, I suppose it is bad policy, when Henriette has all the good looks and the money," he replied.
Helen had now turned toward them and Phil and Henriette were going through the gateway. Mrs. Sanford drew a deep breath as one will who is about to undertake a duty and means to approach it softly.