That evening late, Florence, in the seclusion of their chamber told Brenda what had happened. "You know," she said, "that we have nothing. I think it is dreadful of Mr Timmins to make a mystery about it, and to let us appear before the good folks at Langdale as apparently wealthy girls; but on one matter, at least, I am obliged to him. This has given me the opportunity of finding a true heart." "A true heart, Flo?" said Brenda. "What do you mean?" "What I say," answered Florence. "You know I took a walk to-day with Michael Reid." "Oh, with poor old Michael," said Brenda, in a tone as much as to say that Michael at least did not count for much, that he was a poor sort of fellow, and need not agitate the girls just then. But Florence's next words astonished her elder sister very much. "I am a year younger than you," said Florence, "and I have been proposed for before you, Brenda. Michael cares for me; he cares for me for myself alone. He absolutely wants me to be poor, very poor, as poor as a church mouse, he says, in order that he may show to all the world how deeply he loves me. He doesn't care for me in the very least because he thinks I have money. He wants me to be poor: he told me all about it to-day. He mentioned the subject first at the Arbuthnots' Christmas party, but he spoke of it again to-day when we were walking home. He looked very, very handsome; and I--I quite think I like him." "Oh, you poor little innocent Florence!" said Brenda. "But you don't know anything about men at all. It was very mean of him to speak to you, very mean of him to take advantage of you. Yes, it was, Flo; I cannot help saying it. It was wrong of him; he ought not to have done it." "He did nothing wrong," said Florence; "he spoke up like a man. I suppose a man can't help loving a girl." "He ought not to have done it like that," repeated Brenda. "I know I am right: he ought on no account to have done it like that." "It is very queer of you to speak to me in that tone, Brenda," said her sister, "and I must say that I am very much astonished. I cannot understand what you mean. Why should not Michael care for me? He is a gentleman: he is an officer in the King's army. We know his father; we know his people. I don't know why you should talk to me like that. I suppose a man will propose to me some day, just as some one will propose to you, darling Brenda; and you will love him with all your heart and soul." "Oh, I don't know," said Brenda. "I am not beautiful like you, Flo. But tell me all about it, darling. You startled me very much when you first spoke, and I suppose I did wrong to be a little bit annoyed. It hurts me to think that my only darling sister should care for any one else better than me." "But I don't know that I do," said Florence; "only of course," she added, "he was very nice, and he did say so emphatically that he only cared for me for myself." "And what did you say to him, Flo?"