"He's at home in Hampshire. He has got back his old place and I believe by this time his old sisters. It's not half a bad little place."
"Yet its attractions say nothing to Flora?"
"Oh, Flora's by no means on her back!" my interlocutress laughed.
"She's not on her back because she's on yours. Have you got her for the rest of your life?"
Once more my hostess genially glared at me. "Did she tell you how much the Hammond Synges have kindly left her to live on? Not quite eighty pounds a year."
"That's a good deal, but it won't pay the oculist. What was it that at last induced her to submit to him?"
"Her general collapse after that brute of an Iffield's rupture. She cried her eyes out—she passed through a horror of black darkness. Then came a gleam of light, and the light appears to have broadened. She went into goggles as repentant Magdalens go into the Catholic Church."
"Yet you don't think she'll be saved?"
"She thinks she will—that's all I can tell you. There's no doubt that when once she brought herself to accept her real remedy, as she
