"I don't think he would," I said, turning very red. I longed to tell this haughty girl that I was in his gallery of heroines, but I felt instinctively that such a piece of information would only make her jealous, and therefore I refrained. By and by Captain Carbury returned, and they both went away. She certainly was very dainty. She was like a piece of exquisite china, and, as I said afterwards to Lady Carrington, when she wanted to get my opinion with regard to her: "I felt almost afraid to look at her, for fear she should break." Lady Carrington laughed at my description, and said she did not know that I was such a keen observer of character. This was my very last day with my kindest of friends, for on the next I was to go to Lady Helen's house in Hanbury Square. I knew nothing whatever with regard to this part of London, nor where the smartest houses were, nor where the "classy people," as they called themselves, resided, but Lady Carrington informed me that Hanbury Square was in the very heart of the fashionable world, and that Lady Helen's house was one of the largest and handsomest in the whole square. "But why is it called Lady Helen's house?" I asked. "Surely it is my father's." "Of course it is," she replied, and she looked a little grave, just as though she were holding something back. How often I had seen that look in her face--and how often, how very often, had it puzzled me, and how completely I had failed to understand it. I did love Lady Carrington; she was good to me, and when I bade her good-bye the next morning the tears filled my eyes. "Now understand, Heather," she said, "that whenever you want me I am at your service. A new life is opening before you, my child, but I shall, of course, be your friend, for your dead mother's sake, and for----" "Yes, yes?" I cried. "Say the rest, say the rest!" "And, little Heather, for the memory of what your father was." "I don't understand you," I said; "you hint and hint things against my own darling father--oh! don't do it again! Speak out if you must, but don't hint things ever again!" "Think nothing of my words," said Lady Carrington; "forget that they were uttered. Don't turn against me, little Heather; you may need my friendship." I was, indeed, to need that friendship, and right soon. But I felt almost angry with Lady Carrington as I drove away.