I am
expecting to see Dick at any moment now, so you can get on with
your lunch, dear, and not sit looking at the curry with tears in
your eyes."
"It isn't the curry so much as the chutney," Helen protested faintly.
"He never would touch any other sort."
"Well, I shouldn't be surprised if he were here to finish the
bottle," Philippa declared. "I have a feeling this morning that
something is going to happen."
"How long has Nora gone away for?" Helen enquired, after a moment's
pause.
"A fortnight or three weeks," Philippa answered. "Her grandmother
wired that she would be glad to have her until Christmas."
"Just why," Helen asked seriously, "have you sent her away?"
Philippa toyed with her curry, and glanced around as though she
regretted Mills' absence from the room.
"I thought it best," she said quietly. "You see, I am not quite
sure what the immediate future of this menage is going to be."
Helen leaned across the table and laid her hand upon her friend's.
"Dear," she sighed, "it worries me so to hear you talk like that."
"Why?"
"Because you know perfectly well, although you profess to ignore it,
that at the bottom of your heart there is no one else but Henry.
It isn't fair, you know."
"To whom isn't it fair?" Philippa demanded.
"To Mr. Lessingham."
Philippa was thoughtful for a few moments.
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