CHAPTER IV.
Florence Burton It was now Christmas time at Stratton, or rather Christmas time was near at hand; not the Christmas next after the autumn of Lord Ongar's marriage, but the following Christmas, and Harry Clavering had finished his studies in Mr.Burton's office.

He flattered himself that he had not been idle while he was there, and was now about to commence his more advanced stage of pupilage, under the great Mr.Beilby, in London, with hopes which were still good, if they were not so magnificent as they once had been.
When he first saw Mr.Burton in his office, and beheld the dusty pigeonholes with dusty papers, and caught the first glimpse of things as they really were in the workshop of that man of business, he had, to say the truth, been disgusted.

And Mrs.Burton's early dinner, and Florence Burton's "plain face" and plain ways, had disconcerted him.

On that day he had repented of his intention with regard to Stratton; but he had carried out his purpose like a man, and now he rejoiced greatly that he had done so.

He rejoiced greatly, though his hopes were somewhat sobered, and his views of life less grand than they had been.