"As far as I can tell, I dare say she is still making her dinner from it," said Florence. "But anyhow, I told you in my letter, didn't I? how dear, darling Susie came and brought me away to stay here. I have been here for a week--I mean newly a week; and oh! I have been so happy-- that is, until to-day. I have been finding out that money means nothing at all. No one who lived in the house with the Arbuthnots would think anything at all about money; for they are poor, but they never make a fuss. They manage on so little, and they give away every penny they can to those who are still poorer than themselves. But to-day has been awful--quite, quite awful!" "You mean about Michael Reid?" "Oh yes: I don't think I can ever be the same girl again." "Do you know," said Brenda, "when Mr Timmins and I arrived at the station this evening, we saw Michael in the distance. Michael was going away with a lot of luggage and the Major was with him; he was saying good-bye to him. I don't think Michael saw me." "Don't speak of him; I hate him even to be spoken about!" said Florence. "He was subjected to a test," said Brenda, "and he certainly did not stand the ordeal. Well, you and I will do the best we can; and I somehow think we'll be happy together." "How does Lady Marian treat you? You look awfully well, Brenda," said Florence. "Yes, I am well, and if it were not for you and that terrible Michael, I would be quite happy. I never could know, as Lady Marian's guest, that I was not as rich as ever. She has bought me lots of new things, and whenever she gets me anything, she gets the same for you. It is really quite ridiculous; I told her so. But her only remark was that our figures were the same and that it saved a lot of trouble. You will find almost a trousseau of clothes waiting for you when you come up to town to-morrow." "Oh, I don't want them; I hate finery," said Florence. "It would hurt Lady Marian very much indeed if we didn't accept her presents," said Brenda. "She wants to talk to us to-morrow about our future, and we are going back to town, both of us, by an early train with Mr Timmins." "Oh," said Florence, "must we leave the dear Arbuthnots?" "I have no doubt they will ask you to visit them sometimes in the holidays," said Brenda. "But we are going back to town, both of us, to-morrow, because Lady Marian particularly wants to see us." After this conversation, the girls undressed and got into bed. Notwithstanding her grief, and the soreness at her heart, Florence slept soundly. In her sleep she had a dream that Michael Reid was at her feet, that he had repented of his pusillanimity of the day before, and was offering her once again his heart and hand, but that now she was refusing them with great scorn. She awoke from her dream to find her cheeks wet with tears and saw Susie looking down at her and smiling.