She laughed in a very soft and musical way. "If you go with me," she said, "you will have a very dull time. I am only out to do some shopping for Mrs Fortescue. She has given me a list of things to get from James, the grocer, and also, I am to buy a duck for dinner at Henderson's. You won't care to accompany me on these stupid expeditions." "Oh yes, I shall," he answered. "I will stay outside while you go in and shop. I will be ever so patient. I know what a long time young ladies take shopping. But it won't matter to me; that is, if you give me my reward." "What is that?" she asked, raising her dancing eyes, filing them on his face, and then looking down again and colouring faintly; for his bold black eyes had said something to hers which caused her heart to beat and which she did not in the least understand. "Well," he said, "my reward is this. The day is lovely. Why won't you take a walk with me afterwards?" "But I shall be late for lunch. Mrs Fortescue always has lunch ready at one o'clock." "Never mind: if you are out she and Brenda will lunch alone. Do come with me, Florence, do. I want to talk to you so badly." Florence remembered his speech about the church mouse. He did like her for herself. Of course he must not be told yet. No thought of her money had ever entered into his unworldly soul. He was nice. After all, why should she not have a bit of fun? It was tiresome walking with him in the presence of Susie Arbuthnot and Brenda. Why not walk with him all alone? "I will go with you," she said, "if you will give me lunch somewhere. For when one o'clock comes, I shall be very hungry and will want something to eat." "Then I tell you what we'll do," said the gallant lieutenant in a resolute tone, and thinking with great satisfaction that he had an unbroken sovereign in his pocket. "I will take you as far as Johnson's, by the river side; it is two miles from here, and we will have the very choicest little lunch I can possibly order, and have a good time by ourselves." "But what will Mrs Fortescue think?" said Florence. "You can send her a note, if you like. James would send it with the groceries." "So he would--so he would!" said Florence. "Very well: I will go with you; it will be great fun!" She skipped along by his side; it seemed impossible to her to walk like other girls; she was always upheld by a sort of inward spring which made her appear almost like a creature with wings. Her extreme youth and childishness were made more than ever apparent by the way she walked.