Mr. de Brabazon looked pleased.
“Would you mind telling me where you are going to teach, Miss Florence?”
Florence hesitated, but there was something so sincere and friendly in the young man’s manner—dude though he was—that she consented to grant his request.
“I am to teach the daughter of Mr. Robert Leighton.”
“Why, Miss Leighton is my cousin,” said Percy, in joyous excitement.
“Indeed! Had I known that I would hardly have told you.”
“Don’t be afwaid! I will be vewy discreet,” said Mr. de Brabazon.
“Thank you, and good-morning.”
Florence went on her way, cheered and encouraged in spite of herself, by her success in obtaining employment, and by the friendly offers of Mr. de Brabazon.
“It is wrong to get discouraged,” she said to herself. “After all, there are warm hearts in the world.”