"I told him that he had startled me, and that I wanted a month to think it over. He would not give me a month, but he gave me a week. What I feel is this, Brenda: that he must know all about our changed circumstances before I give him my true answer. Then if he comes forward, as indeed I know he will, I shall feel at least assured that he cares for me for myself." "And who would not care for you for yourself," said her sister, putting her arms round the girl's neck and kissing her with great affection. "Why, aren't you just the dearest creature in the world? Won't you make the very sweetest wife? But all the same," she added, "I don't know how Mr Reid can marry any one at present, for he can't be well off. I know the Major has barely enough to live on." "We should be very poor, of course," said Florence; "but he seems to like that. After all," she continued, "what I thought was this: that I might, if I go on liking him as much as I do now, be engaged to him, and we could wait a year or so while I--I was earning money. It does seem so queer to think that I should have to earn money in any way; and I am sure I haven't the faintest idea how to set about it--not the very faintest. But I suppose Mr Timmins will give us some sort of directions to-morrow." "I suppose he will," said Brenda. "It is queer, the whole thing. We have been allowed to grow up, you and I, as though we were rich girls. We have had every possible luxury and every possible educational advantage, and I know the people at Langdale think us rich enough, and yet we haven't a penny in the world." "Oh yes!" said Florence; "we have seventy-five pounds; don't forget that: that is quite a good sum--at least, it seems so to me." "Half of it would buy your trousseau--at least some sort of trousseau for you, if you decide to marry the lieutenant at once," said Brenda. Then she added: "It is all very puzzling; but you must do what you think right; only we won't tell Mrs Fortescue anything whatever about it." After this conversation, the girls went to bed, and both slept the sleep of the just, pretty Florence looking prettier than ever in her happy innocent dreams--for was she not loved just for her very self alone, and was not that something to be proud of? They were awakened early in the morning by Mrs Fortescue, who herself brought them tea to their room, and fussed over them, and paid them a vast amount of attention, and begged of them, as they were getting ready for their journey, not to forget to put in a good word for her when Mr Timmins talked about their future plans. She was quite excited about them, and her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes had a hard, worried look. Brenda felt as though they were exceedingly deceitful to her, but Florence was thinking of Lieutenant Reid, and had not much time to consider Mrs Fortescue and her future.