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The day that Saht was buried Helena had written to Lloyd Pryor

She must see him at once, she said He must let her knohen he would

come to Old Chester--or she would come to him, if he preferred "It is

most important," she ended, "most important" She did not say

why; she could not write of this dreadful thing that had happened

Still less could she put down on paper that sense of guilt, so

alar in its complexity She was

afraid of it, she was even ashamed of it; she and Lloyd had never

talked about--things like that So she made no explanation She only

summoned him with a peremptoriness which had been absent from their

relations for many years His answer, expected and despaired of, came

three weeks later

It was early in October one rainy Friday afternoon Helena and David

were in the dining-room She had helped him with his lessons,--for it

was Dr Lavendar's rule that Monday's lessons were to be learned on

Friday; and now they had coe that David could have a fine clutter of gilt-edged

saucers from his paint-box spread all around He had a dauby tumbler

of water beside hier brush He was very busy putting gae on the

curls of a lady whose petticoats, by a discreet e and

Prussian blue, were a reen

"Don't you think cri her cheek on his thatch of yellow hair

"No, ma'am," David said briefly; and rubbed on another brushful