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"Never mind me," replied Hester; "I'm not afraid. But," she added, rising, "we must get you out of this immediately." "Oh, miss! where would you send us?" said Mrs. Franks in alarm. "There's nobody as 'll take us in! An' it would break both our two hearts Franks's an' mine to be parted at such a moment, when us two's the father an' mother o' Moxy.
She dressed, prepared her breakfast as usual, and had just washed up afterwards and put her little sitting-room in order when Franks's knock was heard at her door. He entered in that brisk, business-like, utterly cool way which always characterised him. He looked immaculate and fresh. He was always extremely particular about his appearance.
His lordship went at once to Addison square, and had just left the house disappointed when he met Hester leaning on Franks's arm. "Miss Raymount!" he exclaimed almost haughtily. "My lord!" she returned, with unmistakable haughtiness, drawing herself up, and looking him in the face, hers glowing. "Who would have expected to see you here?" he said. "Apparently yourself, my lord!" He tried to laugh.
"It is very kind of you to offer your umbrella to Miss Aylmer, but I think you must share it with her." There was no help for it. Florence had to walk under Mr. Franks's umbrella; she had seldom found herself in a more awkward position. "Of course," she thought, "he will speak of the manuscript." She rushed recklessly into conversation in order to avoid this, but in vain.
I think on the whole I do love you. I fully expect to love you very much when you are my wife." "Did you ever love anybody else better than you love me?" "I didn't expect, Miss Aylmer, to be subjected to this sort of cross-questioning. There was once a girl " A new note came into Franks's voice, and for the first time those eyes of his were softened.
Simpson's, and he and his mother have been invited." Florence's hand was still on Franks's arm when he spoke, and as he uttered the words "Maurice Trevor" she gave that arm an involuntary grip. He felt the grip, and a queer sensation went through him. He could not look into her face, but his suspicions were aroused. Why had she been so startled when Trevor's name was mentioned?
I have had no word of him for a year, and can get no letter to him." I might have given her Miss Franks's letter, and poured out to her the story of his treachery and baseness. I may have been wrong, but something in me forbade it, and I preferred to wait yet longer. "Shall I get you a letter through the lines? I can." "You are a strange man, Mr. Wynne, and an honest gentleman.
"But I do; I believe I can help you. I believe that you and I together can have a most brilliant career. Shall we work in harness? Shall we become husband and wife? Don't start; don't say no at first. Think it over: it would be an admirable arrangement." "So it would," said Florence. Her answer came out quietly. She looked full into Franks's cold grey eyes, and burst into a mirthless laugh.
"But come, Franks! lead the way, or all Bloomsbury will be here, and then the police! I shouldn't like to be shut up for offending Mr. Blaney!" Those near them heard and laughed. She took Franks's arm. Room was speedily made before them, and in a minute they were out of the crowd, and in one of the main thoroughfares.
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