He looked as if he had been through some terrible physical experience.
"I wish you'd arrange for her to go away, at once--I mean, to-morrow.
Forgive me for saying such a thing, but I feel that nothing will go right while Bubbles is at Wyndfell Hall," he exclaimed.
Blanche looked what he had never seen her look before--offended.

"I don't think I can get her away to-morrow, Lionel.

She's nowhere to go to.

After all, she gave up a delightful party to come here and help us out." "Very well," he said hastily.

"Perhaps I ought not to have suggested anything so inhospitable"-- he tried to smile.