She wanted to go to college.

But her mother, who was a favourite cousin of mine, wished it.

She died last autumn; and Helena promised her that she would allow me to house her and look after her for two years.

But she regards it as a dreadful waste of time." "I think--in your letter--you said I was to help her--in modern languages--" murmured Mrs.Friend.
Lord Buntingford shrugged his shoulders-- "I have no doubt you could help her in a great many things.

Young people, who know her better than I do, say she's very clever.