The Canon went out of the room and Flora and Lucilla were left together.
It was evident that Lucilla saw no urgent necessity for complying with her father’s advice and communing with her own heart. She sat down at her writing-table, wrote for a few moments, and read over what she had written. Then she handed the half-sheet of notepaper to Flora.
It bore the announcement that a lady wishing shortly to travel to Canada, would give her services on the journey in return for part passage.
“But you mean to go, then?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I thought Father advised you to think it over?”
“I did think it over. Didn’t you hear me say just now that I should think it wrong not to go to Val?”
“You are setting your own judgment up above Father’s,” Flora pointed out coldly.
“I suppose so,” Lucilla assented, seeming rather surprised, as though such an aspect of the case had not hitherto presented itself to her.
Flora softened.