reason that she had so little of that commodity to spare for other people) had helped considerably to clear her mind and provoke simplification. And, like a good housewife who will permit no waste of what can possibly be used, she thought she would have a very useful function for Archie to perform when he arrived that evening.
She found Lady Tintagel busy with her morning's post. There was a quantity of invitations, most oi which, owing to press of others, had to be declined, and Helena having marked each of those with an "Accept" or "Refuse," laid them aside to answer. There was one, where the Russian dancers were to perform, which she very much regretted having to say "no" to, since that evening was already filled, and wondered if by any contrivance it would be possible to manage it. A glance at Lady Tintagel's engagement book showed her that the prohibiting acceptance was for a dinner and concert at Lady Awcock's, where all that was stately and Victorian spent evenings of unparalleled dreariness. Helena had already produced the most favourable impression on Lady Awcock by listening to her practically endless dissertations on political society forty years ago, and she thought she could manage it.
"And shall I enter all the invitations you accept in your engagement-book, Cousin Marion?" she asked.
"Yes, my dear, will you? That's really all I have for you this morning. What will you do with yourself?"
Helena gathered up cards and engagement-book.
"I think I shall stop at home," she said. "You often do want something more, you know, and I hate not being here to do it for you."
"Nothing of the sort. There's the motor for you if you want to go and see anybody."
Helena considered.
"Oh, I should like to do one thing," she said. "It
