"Au revoir," she said. "All my things are packed up. I shall send for
them. I think I can go back to the school. If I can't, I shall go to
mother in Canada. Thank you very much for all your kindness. If I go to
Canada, of course I shall come and see you before I leave." He let her
shake his hand.

* * * * *

For two days he was haunted by memories of kidney omelettes and by the
word "miser." Miser, eh? Him a miser! Him! Ephraim Tellwright was a
miser--but _him_!

Then the natty servant gave notice, and Mrs. Butt called and suggested
that she should resume her sway over him. But she did not employ exactly
that phrase.

He longed for one of Helen's meals as a drunkard longs for alcohol.

Then Helen called, with the casual information that she was off to
Canada. She was particularly sweet. She had the tact to make the
interview short. The one blot on her conduct of the interview was that
she congratulated him on the possible return of Mrs. Butt, of which she
had heard from the natty servant.

"Good-bye, uncle," she said.

"Good-bye."

She had got as far as the door, when he whispered, brokenly: "Lass--"