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Page 18
"Don't be an idiot," Philippa scoffed. "I had to bring the first
I could find. Take them in to Mr. Lessingham, and for heaven's
sake see that he hurries! Henry's train is due, and he may be here
at any moment."
"I'll tell him," Helen promised. "I'll smuggle him out of the back
way, if you like."
Philippa laughed a little drearily.
"A nice start that would be, if any one ever traced his arrival!"
she observed. "No, we must try and get him away before Henry comes,
but, if the worst comes to the worst, we'll have him in and
introduce him. Henry isn't likely to notice anything," she added,
a little bitterly.
Helen disappeared with the clothes and returned almost immediately,
Philippa was sitting in her old position by the fire.
"You're not worrying about this, dear, are you?" the former asked
anxiously.
"I don't know," Philippa replied, without turning her head. "I don't
know what may come of it, Helen. I have a queer sort of feeling
about that man."
Helen sighed. "I suppose," she confessed, "I am the narrowest
person on earth. I can think of one thing, and one thing only.
If Mr. Lessingham keeps his word, Dick will be here perhaps in a
month, perhaps six weeks--certainly soon!"
"He will keep his word," Philippa said quietly. "He is that sort
of man."
The door on the other side of the room was softly opened.
Lessingham's head appeared.
"Could I have a necktie?" he asked diffidently. Philippa stretched
out her hand and took one from the basket by her side.
"Better give him this," she said, handing it over to Helen. "It is
one of Henry's which I was mending.--Stop!"
She put up her finger. They all listened.
"The car!" Philippa exclaimed, rising hastily to her feet. "That
is Henry! Go out with Mr. Lessingham, Helen," she continued, "and
wait until he is ready. Don't forget that he is an ordinary caller,
and bring him in presently."
Helen nodded understandingly and hurried out.
Philippa moved a few steps towards the other door. In a moment it
was thrown open. Nora appeared, with her arm through her father's.
"I went to meet him, Mummy," she explained. "No uniform--isn't it
a shame!"
Sir Henry patted her cheek and turned to greet his wife. There was
a shadow upon his bronzed, handsome face as he watched her rather
hesitating approach.
"Sorry I couldn't catch your train, Phil," he told her. "I had to
make a call in the city so I came down from Liverpool Street. Any
luck?"
She held his hands, resisting for the moment his proffered embrace.
"Henry," she said earnestly, "do you know I am so much more anxious
to hear your news."
"Mine will keep," he replied. "What about Richard?"
She shook her head.
"I spent the whole of my time making enquiries," she sighed, "and
every one was fruitless. I failed to get the least satisfaction
from any one at the War Office. They know nothing, have heard
nothing."
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