"All the same, I think you ought to tell her," replied Kitty. She looked grave and earnest as she spoke.
"If I were you I would," replied Florence, with some bitterness; "if I were you I would never do a crooked thing, or think a crooked thought; but I am not made that way. I am different, quite different. She frightens me."
"Well, don't think any more of her just now. Take your tea and let us go out for a walk."
CHAPTER V.
MAURICE TREVOR.
Florence's head ached sufficiently badly to make her inclined to follow Kitty's advice. The girls had just finished their tea when Mrs. Aylmer, with flushed cheeks, and wearing her very best turned-for-the-twentieth-time dress, entered the little room where they were seated.
"Well, well, girls," she said: "well, well, where do you think I have been?"
"I know, Mummy," said Florence.