But we are the sport of fate, and were obliged to come.' 'No right here!' said he in surprise.
'None.

I can't explain it now,' answered Helena.

'This kettle is very slow.' There was another pause; the proverbial dilatoriness of watched pots was never more clearly exemplified.
Helena's face was of that sort which seems to ask for assistance without the owner's knowledge--the very antipodes of Sally's, which was self-reliance expressed.

Darton's eyes travelled from the kettle to Helena's face, then back to the kettle, then to the face for rather a longer time.

'So I am not to know anything of the mystery that has distracted me all the evening ?' he said.