“Well, Dexter,” said Helen, “why don’t you go?”
He gave her a pitiful look which went right to her heart, as he said slowly—
“No. I shan’t go. I should only get into trouble again.”
Chapter Twenty Two.
The Beginning of Trouble.
“I say,” said Dexter, a few days later, as he followed Helen into the drawing-room. “What have I been doing now!”
“I hope nothing fresh, Dexter. Have you been in mischief!”
“I don’t know,” he said; “only I’ve been in the study, and there’s a tall gent.”