“I—oh, yes, of course.”
Another silence, and then Flora burst out:—
“I’m—I’ll tell you why I felt so happy this morning. However heartless you think me, I’d rather tell you. It’s because the lawyer has been—Mr. Hammond. He told us about the will. Uncle Roger has left me twenty thousand pounds. Think of it—twenty thousand beautiful pounds.”
Blunt looked surprised.
“Does it mean so much to you?”
“Mean much to me? Why, it’s everything. Freedom—life—no more scheming and scraping and lying——”
“Lying?” said Blunt, sharply interrupting.
Flora seemed taken aback for a minute.
“You know what I mean,” she said uncertainly. “Pretending to be thankful for all the nasty castoff things rich relations give you. Last year’s coats and skirts and hats.”
“Don’t know much about ladies’ clothes; should have said you were always very well turned out.”