Yes, I'll tell Adele." "I should like to have Lois understand it," Helen said.
"Well," Dr.Howe conceded, "yes--I suppose you might mention it to Lois--because"-- "I don't want her to think anything wrong of John," Helen explained.
Dr.Howe stared at her blankly, but did not burst into wrathful exclamations; he was actually exhausted in mind and body; this controversy had been too much for him.

But that remark of Helen's ended it.

She went slowly up-stairs, clinging to the balustrade as though she needed some support, yet she had not spoken of being tired.

She passed Lois, sitting on the window-seat which ran across the broad landing, but did not seem to see her, and there was something in her cousin's face which kept the young girl dumb.
Dr.Howe did not go to Dale house until the next day; he vaguely hoped something would turn up before his sister discovered Helen's presence at the rectory, which would make this humiliating confession unnecessary.
But nothing happened except the arrival of a letter from John Ward to Dr.
Howe, explaining his convictions and reiterating his determination.
Helen kept in her own room that day and the next, so Gifford Woodhouse, who came to the rectory, did not guess her presence, since Lois had been admonished to be silent concerning it, and no one else chanced to call.
Of course the servants knew.

Dr.Howe ground his teeth as he reflected that Sally would probably tattle the whole thing; the more so, if she were charged not to mention it.