Lately he had had the unpleasant, disconcerting feeling that whenever Helen looked at him she thought of "poor Milly." "Still, I don't envy Sir Lyon his wooing," went on Blanche.

"Helen is a girl who'll take a long time to make up her mind, and who will weigh all the pros and cons." "Then you don't think," said Varick in a low tone, "that she would ever be swept off her feet ?" At one time he had felt sure she would be.
"By a grand passion?
My dear Lionel, what an absurd idea! But hush--" The door opened, and the object of their discussion came in.

Helen Brabazon always looked especially well as breakfast.

It was her hour.
"How's Bubbles this morning ?" she asked.
And Blanche felt rather guilty.

She hadn't been into Bubbles' room; her mind had been too full of other things.