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Updated: June 18, 2025
Friend describing the little Welsh Inn, near the pass of Aberglasslyn, where they had settled themselves; the delicious river, shrunken however by the long drought, which ran past their windows, and the many virtues qualified by too many children of the primitive Welsh pair who ran the inn. "I am to say that Miss Pitstone likes it all very much, and has found some glorious things to draw.
He had stopped in his walk outside the open window, and his disappointed look searched the inn parlour for a person who was not there. "Oh, Mr. McCready, I'm so sorry! but Miss Pitstone is out, and I don't know when she will be back." The artist undid his portfolio, and laid a half-finished sketch a sketch of Helena's on the window-sill. "Will you kindly give her this?
But I'll take care Cousin Philip doesn't blame you." "If I'm no use, you know I can't stay." "No use to Cousin Philip, you mean, in policing me?" said Helena, with a good-humoured laugh. "Well, we'll talk about it again to-morrow. Good-night Lucy!" The sly gaiety of the voice was most disarming. "Good-night, Miss Pitstone." "No, that won't do. It's absurd!
"I suppose Miss Pitstone will be here before long?" she ventured, when she had supplied both the master of the house and herself. "Twenty minutes " said Lord Buntingford, looking at his watch. "Time enough for me to tell you a little more about her than I expect you know." And again his smile put her at ease. She bent forward, clasping her small hands. "Please do! It would be a great help."
"I don't want him to think we're plotting," she said in a stage-whisper, looking round her. "If I do anything I want to spring it on him!" "Dear Miss Pitstone please understand! I can't help you to plot against Lord Buntingford. You must see I can't. He's my employer and your guardian. If I helped you to do what he disapproves I should simply be doing a dishonourable thing."
Housewifely instincts revived in her. Her hands wanted to be doing. She had ventured to ask Fenn for some flowers, and would dare to arrange them herself if Mrs. Mawson would let her. Then, as she re-entered the house, she came back at a bound to reality. "If I can't keep Miss Pitstone out of mischief, I shan't be here a month!" she thought pitifully; and how was it to be done?
For the whole table had suddenly become aware of a gust in the neighbourhood of Lord Buntingford a gust of heated talk although the only heated person seemed to be Miss Pitstone. Lord Buntingford was saying very little; but whatever he did say was having a remarkable effect on his neighbour. Then, before the table knew what it was all about, it was over.
If Helena Pitstone were really like that "How can she ever put up with me? She'll just despise me. It will be only natural. And then if things go wrong, Lord Buntingford will find out I'm no good and I shall have to go!" She gave a long sigh, lifting her eyes a little against her will to the reflection of herself in an old mirror hanging beside the Romney.
If you will be so good" the brown head made her a ceremonial bow "as to go up with me to town we can go to my dressmaker's together I have got heaps to do there then I can leave you somewhere for lunch and pick you up again afterwards!" "Of course, Miss Pitstone Helena! I can't do anything of the sort, unless your guardian agrees." "Well, we shall see," said Helena coolly, jumping up.
Parish, as he sipped it, realized that the war was indeed over. But, all the time, he gave a certain amount of scrutiny to the little lady beside him. So she was to be "companion" to Miss Helena Pitstone to prevent her getting into scrapes if she could. Lord Buntingford had told him that his cousin, Lady Mary Chance, had chosen her.
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