But she, Blanche, thought this desire unreasonable.

Though she had come to like her, she found the good, thoughtful, conscientious, and yet simple-minded Helen "heavy in hand"; she told herself that if Helen stayed on, the entertaining of the girl would fall on her, especially if, as Dr.Panton insisted, Bubbles must not get up till Friday at dinner-time.
Looking back, Blanche Farrow told herself that that day had been full of curious premonitions.

Yet it had opened, in a sense happily for her, with the coming of Mark Gifford's quaint, characteristic letter.

Then had come the shock, and it had been a shock, of Bubbles' engagement, and of the girl's insistence on its being announced to the rest of the house party at once--at breakfast.
The only outstanding thing which happened, and it was indeed a small thing compared to the other two, was the departure of James Tapster.
Blanche felt sorry for him--genuinely sorry.

But she philosophically told herself that no amount of money, even had Bill Donnington never existed, could have made Bubbles even tolerably happy tied to such a man.
After Mr.Tapster had gone they all breathed the more freely.