But within her heart there was a feeling that, let Harry be right or wrong in what he had done, even let it be proved, to the satisfaction of all the world, that he had sinned grievously when he had left the man stunned and bleeding on the pavement,--for to such details her mother's story had gone,--still, to her he should be braver, more noble, more manly, more worthy of being loved, than was any other man.

She, perceiving the difficulties that were in store for her, and looking forward to the misfortune under which Harry might be placed, declared to herself that he should at least have one friend who would be true to him.
"Miss Mountjoy, I have come to you with a message from your aunt." This was said, three or four days after the conversation between Florence and her mother, by Mr.Anderson, who had contrived to follow the young lady into a small drawing-room after luncheon.

What was the nature of the message it is not necessary for us to know.

We may be sure that it had been manufactured by Mr.Anderson for the occasion.

He had looked about and spied, and had discovered that Miss Mountjoy was alone in the little room.