"Dear Lady Ongar," he wrote, "I shall dine at my club, and be with you about eight.

Yours always, H.C." After that he could hardly bring himself to work satisfactorily during the whole day.

Since his interview with the Franco-Polish lady he had thought a good deal about himself and had resolved to work harder and to love Florence Burton more devotedly than ever.

The nasty little woman had said certain words to him which had caused him to look into his own breast and to tell himself that this was necessary.

As the love was easier than the work, he began his new tasks on the following morning by writing a long and very affectionate letter to his own Flo, who was still staying at Clavering rectory--a letter so long and so affectionate that Florence, in her ecstasy of delight, made Fanny read it, and confess that, as a love-letter, it was perfect.
"It's great nonsense, all the same," said Fanny.
"It isn't nonsense at all," said Florence; "and if it were it would not signify.