Chapter 25
WALKING INTO A TRAP. The thought that she was so soon to see Richard Dewey, and to minister to his comfort, was a source of pleasure to Florence. Her patient waiting was at length to be rewarded. What mattered it to her that he was poor and sick? He had all the more need of her. "It's a long ride, miss," said Jones as he closed the carriage-door. "I hope you won't be tired before we get there." "I shall not mind it," said Florence. "How far is it?" "I don't rightly know. It's a matter of ten miles, I'm thinkin'." "Very well." Jones resumed his seat, and Florence gave herself up to pleasant thoughts. She felt thankful that she was blessed with abundant means, since it would enable her to spare no expense in providing for the sick man. Others might call him a fortune-hunter, but that p
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