’OhnonsensemydearchildIcanneverhearofthat，’saidFlora，turningontheurninthemostrecklessmanner，andmakingherselfwinkbysplashinghotwaterintohereyesasshebentdowntolookintotheteapot。’YouarecominghereonthefootingofafriendandcompanionyouknowifyouwillletmetakethatlibertyandI
shouldbeashamedofmyselfindeedifyoucouldcomehereuponanyother，besideswhichArthurClennamspokeinsuchterms——youaretiredmydear。’
’No，ma’am。’
’YouturnsopaleyouhavewalkedtoofarbeforebreakfastandI
daresayliveagreatwayoffandoughttohavehadaride，’saidFlora，’deardearisthereanythingthatwoulddoyougood？’