The telegram gave no address--merely said that she would come to-morrow for two or three nights.' Manisty first stared in dismay, then, thrusting his hands into his pockets, began to walk hurriedly to and fro.
'When did this news arrive ?' 'This morning, before we started.' 'Eleanor!--_Why_ was I not told ?' 'I wanted to save the day,'-- the words were spoken in Eleanor's most charming, most musical voice.

'There was no address.

You could not have stopped her.' 'I would have managed somehow,'-- said Manisty striking his hand on the table beside him in his annoyance and impatience.
Eleanor did not defend herself.

She tried to soothe him, to promise him as usual that the dreaded visit should be made easy to him.

But he paid little heed.