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Minerva withdrew and shortly there appeared in the same doorway a
figure in sharp contrast to Minerva’s. It was Helen’s, tall and lithe,
swathed in a pale blue Japanese negligée, heavily embroidered in white
and faintest pink. Her golden hair was dishevelled; one hand carried a
box of chocolates, the other clutched her robe and a novel.
“Want me?” she asked, and crossed the room as Miss Carrington invited
by a gesture to a chair at her side.
Helen took it and piled three down pillows around her, twisting her
body into perfect agreement with the pillows.
“How inconsiderate you are not to come without a summons!” Miss
Carrington reproached her. “Aren’t stay-at-homes always eager for
bulletins from abroad?”
“I thought you’d be napping, or would come into my room if you wanted
me,” said Helen. “There isn’t much to report; a perfectly ordinary
visit. Of course the most interesting things about it aren’t those that
happened.”
“Precisely. And your keen eyes would see them,” agreed Miss Carrington.
“First of all, is there the least ground for my suspicion of Kit?”
“Oh, dear me, yes,” said Helen, promptly. “I more than suspect him, but
he doesn’t suspect himself. He is attracted by the girl; he likes her,
is ready to range himself on her side if any one doesn’t unreservedly
admire her, but the feeling has not taken on alarming proportions. I’m
sure he has no notion that he’ll fall in love with her if he isn’t
careful, that the ‛goblins will git him if he don’t watch out!’ He
doesn’t think she’s a goblin, and he isn’t clever enough to watch out.
Please don’t mind me, because you know what I think of Kit! She’s a
pretty little thing enough, but not more than pretty. And she has a
gentle, amiable way with her, unsophisticated and all that. One of
those _good_ girls! Men are drawn by sweetness and goodness at
first, and then, when they have to live with it, they are sure to be
drawn by the other thing! Beauty unadorned, beauty of character, is
pretty deadly daily diet, Aunt Anne-elect!”
Miss Carrington laughed. “These are not original remarks, Helen, though
they may be the result of your original research,” she said. “The point
is not how wise you are, nor how accurate a prophet, but what Kit
thinks of her.”
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