"A woman must first feel the will," she murmured, without glancing
at him. "Helen, do you think we dare ask Mr. Lessingham to come
and dine?"
"Please do not discourage such a delightful suggestion," Lessingham
begged eagerly.
"I haven't the least idea of doing so," Helen laughed, "so long as
I may have--say just ten minutes to talk about Dick."
"It is a bargain," he promised.
"We shall be quite alone," Philippa warned him, "unless Henry arrives."
"It is the great attraction of your invitation," he confessed.
"At eight o'clock, then."
CHAPTER IX
"Captain Griffiths to see your ladyship."
Philippa's fingers rested for a moment upon the keyboard of the
piano before which she was seated, awaiting Lessingham's arrival.
Then she glanced at the clock. It was ten minutes to eight.
"You can show him in, Mills, if he wishes to see me."
Captain Griffiths was ushered into the room--awkward, unwieldly,
nervous as usual. He entered as though in a hurry, and there was
nothing in his manner to denote that he had spent the last few
hours making up his mind to this visit.
"I must apologise for this most untimely call, Lady Cranston," he
said, watching the closing of the door. "I will not take up more
than five minutes of your time."
"We are very pleased to see you at any time, Captain Griffiths,"
Philippa said hospitably.
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