"But you will save her," he had said at last.

"You will save her! You will point out to her all she would be giving up--the absurdity, the really criminal waste of it!" On which he had gloomily taken his departure for an archaeological congress at Berlin, and an autumn in Italy; and a few weeks later she had recovered her darling Elizabeth, paler and thinner than before--and quite, quite incomprehensible! As for "saving" her, Mrs.Gaddesden had not been allowed to attempt it.
In the first place, Elizabeth had stoutly denied that there was anything to save her from.

"Don't believe anything at all, dear Mummy, that Arthur Delaine may have said to you! I have made a great friend--of a very interesting man; and I am going to correspond with him.

He is coming to London in November, and I have asked him to stay here.

And you must be _very_ kind to him, darling--just as kind as you can be--for he has had a hard time--he saved Philip's life--and he is an uncommonly fine fellow!" And with that--great readiness to talk about everything except just what Mrs.Gaddesden most wanted to know.