Mr. Morpeth looked up and down the long corridor. It was empty. He pushed the door open, and entered. Flossy was lying on the sofa, pale, but bright-eyed.
“You can get her,” she whispered, as he knelt down beside her.
“Flossy,” he said, “don’t you know that that is all ended? Don’t you know that I love you and you only? Don’t you know that I haven’t thought about any one else since—since—oh, Flossy, don’t you—is it possible that you don’t understand?”
Flossy stretched out two weak arms, and put them around Mr. Morpeth’s neck.
“Why have I had you in training all Summer?” said she. “Did you think it was for Pauline?”
