‘You were going in for it, too?’ said Florence calmly. ‘It makes me crazy, too, sometimes to think that---- But so long as girls are poor, and a man, just because they please him, can change everything for them--how can we help it? Even if you were to work, as people say, what difference would it make? I could perhaps make my living--and Emmy---- But dear, dear, to think of the Hall beside any little breadwinning of ours----’ ‘Don’t talk so, _please_,’ cried Mab, with a shiver. She was not a visionary at all, nor had she any sentiment to speak of. But she was very young, still something between a girl and a boy, and ashamed to hear those revelations which she only half understood; or, rather, did not understand at all. ‘Well, one needn’t talk,’ said Florry, with a slight emphasis on the word. ‘But though you mayn’t talk of it, you can’t stop a thing from being true.’ ‘Let’s go out for a walk,’ said Mab, ‘a long walk, down by the Baron’s Wood and up by Durham Hill; or let’s go out on the river for a pull. Let us do something--one can’t stay quiet all this bright afternoon.’ ‘I want so much to see them when they come back,’ said Florry. ‘I want to know what they think of him--if they saw him: and whether Emmy made any impression, and what happened.’ ‘What could happen? Do you expect her to come home engaged to him?’ said Mab. ‘However well things may go, they could not go so quickly as that.’ ‘I am not a fool,’ said Florry, with indignation. She stood at the little gate looking out wistfully along the road by which the ladies had gone. The great trees hung over the wall which bounded there the nearest corner of the demesne of the Swinfords; the lodge and gate were just round the corner out of sight. It was too soon to expect them to come back. ‘Unless Mrs. Swinford had been out,’ said Florry. ‘She might be out, you know, and then they’d be back directly.’ ‘She never goes out,’ said Mab; ‘it’s too cold for her here.’ ‘Or she might not receive them very well, and then they would only stay a few minutes. You are so indifferent, you don’t care a bit what has happened: and I am on pins and needles till I know.’ ‘Then I shall go for a walk by myself.’ ‘Don’t do that,’ said Florry, putting out her hand to stay her cousin. She stood thus for a moment with her head turned towards the Hall, but her hand clutching Mab, gazing in one direction while her person inclined towards the other. She drew a long breath, and turned at last from her fixed gaze. ‘They must,’ she said, sighing again, ‘have stayed to tea. Yes, I’ll go on the river if you like; but let us go round home on the way and fetch Jim.’ ‘Jim!’ said Mab. ‘He’ll want to scull, and I prefer to scull myself.’ ‘Oh, he doesn’t mind. He is as lazy as---- He’ll steer and let us pull as long as ever you please. I don’t know anybody so lazy as Jim.’ ‘We should be better by ourselves,’ said Mab; ‘not that heavy weight in the stern of the boat. When we go by ourselves it’s no weight at all.’