’Ah!  Mr. Osborne, you should have been there!  I said to myself many a time how you really should have been there—­you and, your brother of course.’

‘I thought of you very often during the evening!’

’Did you?  Now that I call very kind of you.  Cynthia, darling!  Do you hear what Mr. Osborne Hamley was saying?’ as Cynthia came into the room just then.  ‘He thought of us all on the evening of the ball.’

‘He did better than merely remember us then,’ said Cynthia, with her soft slow smile.  ’We owe him thanks for those beautiful flowers, mamma.’

‘Oh!’ said Osborne, ’you must not thank me exclusively.  I believe it was my thought, but Roger took all the trouble of it.’

‘I consider the thought as everything,’ said Mrs. Gibson.  ’Thought is spiritual, while action is merely material.’

This fine sentence took the speaker herself by surprise; and in such conversation as was then going on, it is not necessary to accurately define the meaning of everything that is said.

‘I’m afraid the flowers were too late to be of much use though,’ continued Osborne.  ’I met Preston the next morning, and of course we talked about the ball.  I was sorry to find he had been beforehand with us,’

‘He only sent one nosegay, and that was for Cynthia,’ said Molly, looking up from her work.  ’And it did not come till after we had received the flowers from Hamley.’  Molly caught a sight of Cynthia’s face before she bent down again to her sewing.  It was scarlet in colour, and there was a flash of anger in her eyes.  Both she and her mother hastened to speak as soon as Molly had finished, but Cynthia’s voice was choked with passion, and Mrs. Gibson had the word.

’Mr. Preston’s bouquet was just one of those formal affairs any one can buy at a nursery-garden, which always strike me as having no sentiment in them.  I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!’

‘Mr. Preston had no business to speak as if he had forestalled you,’ said Cynthia.  ’It came just as we were ready to go, and I put it into the fire directly.’

‘Cynthia, my dear love!’ said Mrs. Gibson (who had never heard of the fate of the flowers until now), ’what an idea of yourself you will give to Mr. Osborne Hamley; but to be sure, I can quite understand it.  You inherit my feeling—­my prejudice—­sentimental I grant, against bought flowers.’

Cynthia was silent for a moment; then she said, ’I used some of your flowers, Mr. Hamley, to dress Molly’s hair.  It was a great temptation, for the colour so exactly matched her coral ornaments; but I believe she thought it treacherous to disturb the arrangement, so I ought to take all the blame on myself.’

’The arrangement was my brother’s, as I told you; but I am sure he would have preferred seeing them in Miss Gibson’s hair rather than in the blazing fire.  Mr. Preston comes far the worst off.’  Osborne was rather amused at the whole affair, and would have liked to probe Cynthia’s motives a little farther.  He did not hear Molly saying in as soft a voice as if she were talking to herself, ’I wore mine just as they were sent,’ for Mrs. Gibson came in with a total change of subject.