Yet she had called him utterly, preposterously, altogether, selfish, because he had quite naturally expected her to be as interested as ever in his pursuits and pleasures.
Oh, Ronnie, Ronnie! * * * * * She flew to his room, hoping he had not yet gone out.
On the table she found a note addressed to herself.
She tore it open, read it--- then went back into the sitting-room, and pealed the bell.
"Send my maid to me at once, and the hall-porter." They arrived together.
Helen had just written a long telegram to her housekeeper.
She spoke to the hall-porter first.
"Send off this telegram, please.

Then procure the fastest motor-car you can find, to run me over to Hollymead this afternoon.

We can be ready to start in half-an-hour's time." Then she turned to her maid.
"Jeffreys, we go home for Christmas after all.

Mr.West has gone on by train.

We must pack as promptly as possible, and start in half-an-hour.
We may perhaps get home before him.