Trevor again looked at her.
"She is not happy. What can be wrong?" he said to himself.
"Have you ever published anything before?" continued Franks.
"Never."
"Well, you are lucky. Your style—I do not want to flatter you, but your style is quite formed. You must have been a very successful essay-writer at school."
"No, I never wrote much," said poor Florence. "I—I hate writing," she said the next moment. The words burst impetuously from her lips.
"By all that's wonderful! what do you mean by that? Surely it would be absolutely impossible for anyone who hated writing to do so with your ease and fluency!"
"We are nearly home now, and Miss Aylmer seems very tired," said Trevor. "Will you come in, Franks?"
"No, thanks; I must be getting home. You will call at our office to-morrow, Miss Aylmer?"
"Thank you," said Florence; "at what hour?"