“Lizbeth, I am thankful you have returned. I have missed you more than I deemed it possible. But now you have come back, you must help me. Please help me, for I cannot go to Whitehall.”
“There is no need, now I am home,” Lizbeth answered.
Phillida sat up suddenly.
“Oh, Lizbeth, I understand! You will take my place. Sweet, kind Lizbeth, I am happy for the first time since you went away.”
“Tell me all about everything, Lizbeth asked. “I am bewildered.!
“Lizbeth, try to understand,” Phillida answered. “How could I go to Whitehall feeling as I do?”
“When I left you had just written to Mister Andrews,” Lizbeth replied. “He did not help you?”
Phillida shook her head sadly. She was as lovely as ever Lizbeth noticed in the candlelight, and she had grown thinner and the corners of her mouth
