Part 2 (2/2)
Kitty nodded.
”Who would have believed it?” continued Florence. She started up in her excitement.
”I do not think I can quite stand this,” she said.
”But where has she come from?” said Kitty again.
”How can I tell? I never want to see her wicked face again.”
”She looks just as young as she did six years ago,” said Kitty. Then she added impulsively: ”I am sorry I have seen her again; I never could bear her face. Do you think her eyes were set quite straight in her head, Florence?”
”I don't know anything about that,” answered Florence recklessly. ”Long ago she did me a great deal of harm. There came a time when I almost hated her. Whether her eyes are straight or not, her mind at least is crooked. Who is that man she is with?”
”He is good-looking and looks nice also,” said Kitty.
Florence made no reply. The girls paced up and down together; but somehow the edge of the day's enjoyment seemed gone. They went in to their midday meal between twelve and one, and afterwards Kitty, who said she felt a little tired, went to lie down. Florence, however, was still restless and perturbed; she hated the thought of the vicinity of Bertha Keys, and yet she had a curious longing to know something about her.
”I am not going to fight shy of her or to show her that I am in the least afraid of her,” thought Florence; ”I can make myself much more disagreeable to her and much more dangerous than she can ever make herself to me. I wonder where she is staying?”
Mrs. Aylmer proposed that she and her daughter should spend the afternoon on the sands.
”Let us visit the shrimp-woman and get some fresh shrimps and perhaps a crab or a lobster for supper,” said the little Mummy, holding out a bait which would have quite won the day in the old times. But Florence had outgrown her taste for these special dainties.
”I want to go out alone, Mummy,” she said; ”you and I and Kitty can have a walk after tea, but just for the present I must be alone.” She pinned on her hat, put on her gloves, and left the cottage.
Mrs. Aylmer stood in the porch and watched her.
”A good girl, a fairly good-looking girl too,” she said to herself, ”but obstinate, obstinate as a mule. Even that trouble of long ago has not tamed her. She is the image of her poor dear father; he always was a man with a desperate will of his own.”
Miss Aylmer watched Florence until she disappeared in the direction of the pier. There was a bench there, and a girl was seated on it. She wore a pink dress of some was.h.i.+ng material and a large black shady hat.
Florence came nearer and nearer. The girl, who was reading a book, dropped it and gazed in her direction. Presently Florence found herself within less than two hundred yards from the place where the other girl was seated. At this moment the girl flung down her book, uttered a hasty exclamation, and came forward.
”Is it or is it not Florence Aylmer?” she said. She held out both her hands, uttering a little cry of apparent pleasure.
Florence did not notice the outstretched hands. She came up to her.
”I have come on purpose,” she said; ”I knew you were here. What are you doing here?”
”Why should I tell you what I am doing?” replied Bertha. Her eyes slightly contracted, she pushed her hair away from her forehead, then she looked full at Florence and uttered a laugh. ”What is the good of quarrelling?” she said. ”We have met. I am in the running; you are out of it. I am up and you are down. My prospects are first-rate, yours----”
”What do you mean? How can you tell anything about my prospects? Why do you trouble me? Why did you come to meet me just now?”
”Speak the truth,” said Miss Keys; ”were you not coming on purpose to see me?”
Florence was silent for a moment.
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