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Whether she was weak or not, whether she was angry or indifferent, Florence Heathcote shed very few tears. She came downstairs in that frock which was so like the colour of a rich autumn leaf. She partook of lunch with the Colonel and Susie, and afterwards went into the kitchen with Susie in order to prepare as good a dinner as possible for Miss Hudson.
Whenever Susie spoke to her, she laughed. Susie wondered if she felt anything. It was not until that evening that any of Florence's real feelings came out.