She had bought some vivid green wool and was looking forward to starting her jumper. She had seen no more of Brad since they reached home. He had not appeared at dinner and no light shone from beneath his study door. It was her guess that he was upstairs with Helen—probably telling her off for allowing Laura to visit her. Suddenly the door opened and Mrs. Jennings burst in. ‘Mr. Stuart wants to see you. In Miss Helen’s room.' She bit her lip worriedly. ‘I hope you’re not in trouble; ‘Don’t worry, Jenny,' smiled Laura with more confidence than she felt. ‘I’ve already told him about seeing Helen. Perhaps he’s decided he would like me to visit her after all.' Jenny’s brow cleared. 'I hope you’re right. Mind you don’t keep him waiting, now.’ Laura packed her knitting into a bag at the side of her chair and followed the housekeeper into the hall. Upstairs raised voices came from Helen’s room. About to knock she heard her own name mentioned and involuntarily halted.
