The place had become odious to her.

Bad as was her solitude in London, with Sophie Gordeloup to break it, and, perhaps, with Sophie's brother to attack her, it was not so bad as the silent desolation of Ongar Park.

Never again would she go there, unless she went there, in triumph--as Harry's wife.

Having so far resolved, she took herself at last to her room, and dismissed her drowsy Phoebe to her rest.
And now the reader must be asked to travel down at once into the country, that he may see how Florence Burton passed the same evening at Clavering Rectory.

It was Florence's last night there, and on the following morning she was to return to her father's house at Stratton.
Florence had not as yet received her unsatisfactory letter from Harry.
That was to arrive on the following morning.