It only means worry.'"
Flossie had her dwelling-place in a second floor bed-sitting-room of a
lodging house in Queen's Square, Bloomsbury; but the drawing-room floor
being for the moment vacant, Flossie had persuaded her landlady to let
her give her party there; it seemed as if fate approved of the idea. The
room was fairly full when Joan arrived. Flossie took her out on the
landing, and closed the door behind them.
"You will be honest with me, won't you?" pleaded Flossie, "because it's
so important, and I don't seem able to think for myself. As they say, no
man can be his own solicitor, can he? Of course I like him, and all
that--very much. And I really believe he loves me. We were children
together when Mummy was alive; and then he had to go abroad; and has only
just come back. Of course, I've got to think of him, too, as he says.
But then, on the other hand, I don't want to make a mistake. That would
be so terrible, for both of us; and of course I am clever; and there was
poor Mummy and Daddy. I'll tell you all about them one day. It was so
awfully sad.
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