He smiled. "I am afraid, Helena, that would never have been
a very accurate description of her."

I now knew all that I wanted to know about this alarming person,
excepting one last morsel of information which my father had
strangely forgotten.

"We have been talking about the lady for some time," I said;
"and you have not yet told me her name."

Father looked a little embarrassed "It's not a very pretty name,"
he answered. "My cousin, my unfortunate cousin, is--Miss
Jillgall."

I burst out with such a loud "Oh!" that he laughed. I caught
the infection, and laughed louder still. Bless Miss Jillgall!
The interview promised to become an easy one for both of us,
thanks to her name. I was in good spirits, and I made no attempt
to restrain them. "The next time Miss Jillgall honors you with
a visit," I said, "you must give me an opportunity of being
presented to her."

He made a strange reply: "You may find your opportunity, Helena,
sooner than you anticipate."

Did this mean that she was going to call again in a day or two?
I am afraid I spoke flippantly. I said: "Oh, father, another lady
fascinated by the popular preacher?"