“And it seems that boys can make fools of some people who should know better.”
“O Florence, what is to be done? You have such a clear head; tell me what I must do. I cannot give him up; I cannot indeed.”
Florence seated herself on the bed beside her sister, and put an arm round her neck and kissed her. Eva was much touched at her kindness.
“My poor Eva,” she said, “I am so sorry for you! But tell me, when did you get engaged to him—that evening you went out sailing together?”
“Yes.”
“He kissed you, I suppose, and all that?”
“Yes. Oh, I was so happy!”
“My poor Eva!”
“I tell you I cannot give him up.”
“Well, perhaps there will be no need for you to do so. But you must not answer that letter.”