 could, and Florence was too attentive to it
not to understand its reply.
    »I am afraid you have scarcely been a favourite with Papa,« she said,
timidly.
    »There is no reason,« replied Walter, smiling, »why I should be.«
    »No reason, Walter!«
    »There was no reason,« said Walter, understanding what she meant. »There are
many people employed in the house. Between Mr. Dombey and a young man like me,
there's a wide space of separation. If I do my duty, I do what I ought, and do
no more than all the rest.«
    Had Florence any misgiving of which she was hardly conscious: any misgiving
that had sprung into an indistinct and undefined existence since that recent
night when she had gone down to her father's room: that Walter's accidental
interest in her, and early knowledge of her, might have involved him in that
powerful displeasure and dislike? Had Walter any such idea, or any sudden
thought that it was in her mind at that moment? Neither of them hinted at it.
Neither of them spoke at all, for some short time. Susan, walking on the other
side of Walter, eyed them both sharply; and certainly Miss Nipper's thoughts
travelled in that direction, and very confidently too.
    »You may come back very soon,« said Florence, »perhaps, Walter.«
    »I may come back,« said Walter, »an old man, and find you an old lady. But I
hope for better things.«
    »Papa,« said Florence, after a moment, »will - will recover from his grief,
and - speak more freely to me one day, perhaps; and if he should, I will tell
him how much I wish to see you back again, and ask him to recall you for my
sake.«
    There was a touching modulation in these words about her father, that Walter
understood too well.
    The coach being close at hand, he would have left her without speaking, for
now he felt what parting was; but Florence held his hand when she was seated,
and then he found there was a little packet in her own.
    »Walter,« she said, looking full upon him with her affectionate eyes, »like
you, I hope for better things. I will pray for them, and believe that they will
arrive. I made this little gift for Paul. Pray take it with my love, and do not
look at it until you are gone
