that," she broke in fiercely. "Never
call me that again. As though I didn't loathe the name and everything
it stands for! You wouldn't understand. It's wrecked everything,
spoilt my whole life."

"Oh, come I say," he repeated automatically in a half-dazed manner.

"I hate it," she said, working herself up; "hate the book, hate
everything to do with it, hate you. I wish to goodness I had never met
you; then this never would have happened."

"Oh, come I say," he said a third time, still standing close beside the
door, "I don't think that's fair. I only did it as a good turn to you.
I thought it would be a new interest; you'd always so much time to
spare; and then it might be useful too, the money----"

"Oh, I know," she interrupted. "You meant well. People always do."
It was an old cynicism new to her. She saw life wrecked before her
feet--and here was the fool who had tried to help her.

"Well," he mildly summed up the whole case, "I can't do more, can I,
than say I'm very sorry."

She could not even gain the relief of a real scene with this flabby
nerveless creature. She turned upon him with contempt.

"No," she said, "you can't do anything of course! How could you? It's
a great pity that you ever _did_. People like you aren't meant to--and
I trusted you!"

"Well, what _can_ I do then?" he enquired in hurt, plaintive tones.

"Go away," she blazed out, getting something like her chance; "go right
away and never come near here again. Leave me alone to try and put the
thing straight without your silly meddling. That's what you can do."
She sank upon the sofa and took up a magazine with very shaky fingers.

"All right then," he said, recovering his dignity, "I will." He had a
kind of feeling that Brett was sure to come in soon if this went on,
and he should hate a scene....

"I will go," he repeated at the door, "and I'll tell Blatchley, now, to
act direct with you." With this reminder of all that he had done for
her, he went out very stiffly. She did not call him back, although so
soon she felt half sorry for the silly little man. He had meant well
and he was fond of her.... No woman finds it too hard to forgive a man
whose sins are due to those two causes.

Helena, not so comforted by this scene as she should have been, sat
with the magazine held limply in her fingers and wondered with a numb
brain whether there was no way out of her life's labyrinth.

Hugh would not listen. That was t