“Don’t you?” said Blunt quickly.

“I⁠—oh, yes, of course.”

Another silence, and then Flora burst out: “I’m⁠—I’ll tell you why I felt so happy this morning. However heartless you think me, I’d rather tell you. It’s because the lawyer has been⁠— Mr. Hammond. He told us about the will. Uncle Roger has left me twenty thousand pounds. Think of it⁠—twenty thousand beautiful pounds.”

Blunt looked surprised.

“Does it mean so much to you?”

“Mean much to me? Why, it’s everything. Freedom⁠—life⁠—no more scheming and scraping and lying⁠—”

“Lying?” said Blunt, sharply interrupting.