"Forgive me," she said. "Of course it is unjust." She suddenly added,
"What nonsense we have talked! It is disappointing, when one really
meant to be useful. I shall go back to the house and try some other
way--perhaps copy out a recipe for beef-tea for Mrs Hilton."
"Since when have you indulged in such high aspirations?" His tone was
still moody.
"Oh, they awake, even in me, at times," she returned lightly. "Don't
come with me."
He lifted his hat stiffly, and Helen stood with a smile and watched him
out of sight. Then she sat down on a mound of grass, and cried as if
her heart would break.