“Remember, in one week I come to you for the fulfilment of your promise, Florence,” was his answer when at last they parted outside Mrs Fortescue’s door.
Chapter Six.
At Mr Timmins’ Office.
That evening late, Florence, in the seclusion of their chamber told Brenda what had happened.
“You know,” she said, “that we have nothing. I think it is dreadful of Mr Timmins to make a mystery about it, and to let us appear before the good folks at Langdale as apparently wealthy girls; but on one matter, at least, I am obliged to him. This has given me the opportunity of finding a true heart.”
“A true heart, Flo?” said Brenda. “What do you mean?”
“What I say,” answered Florence. “You know I took a walk to-day with Michael Reid.”
“Oh, with poor old Michael,” said Brenda, in a tone as much as to say that Michael at least did not count for much, that he was a poor sort of fellow, and need not agitate the girls just then. But Florence’s next words astonished her elder sister very much.