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"Come, Florrie, make a move. I can't wait on you all day here."
Mrs. Fyne heard all this without turning her head away from the window.
Fyne on the hearthrug had to listen and to look on too. I shall not try
to form a surmise as to the real nature of the suspense. Their very
goodness must have made it very anxious. The girl's hands were lying in
her lap; her head was lowered as if in deep thought; and the other went
on delivering a sort of homily. Ingratitude was condemned in it, the
sinfulness of pride was pointed out--together with the proverbial fact
that it "goes before a fall." There were also some sound remarks as to
the danger of nonsensical notions and the disadvantages of a quick
temper. It sets one's best friends against one. "And if anybody ever
wanted friends in the world it's you, my girl." Even respect for
parental authority was invoked. "In the first hour of his trouble your
father wrote to me to take care of you--don't forget it. Yes, to me,
just a plain man, rather than to any of his fine West-End friends. You
can't get over that.


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