lora now enshrouded herself might have
stopped other fingers than the nimble fingers that worked near her.

They worked on without pause, and the busy head bent over them watching
the stitches.

'Ask me not,' said Flora, 'if I love him still or if he still loves me
or what the end is to be or when, we are surrounded by watchful eyes and
it may be that we are destined to pine asunder it may be never more to
be reunited not a word not a breath not a look to betray us all must
be secret as the tomb wonder not therefore that even if I should seem
comparatively cold to Arthur or Arthur should seem comparatively cold to
me we have fatal reasons it is enough if we understand them hush!'

All of which Flora said with so much headlong vehemence as if she really
believed it. There is not much doubt that when she worked herself into
full mermaid condition, she did actually believe whatever she said in
it.

'Hush!' repeated Flora, 'I have now told you all, confidence is
established between us hush, for Arthur's sake I will always be a friend
to you my dear girl and in Arthur's name you may always rely upon me.'

The nimble fingers laid aside the work, and the little figure rose and
kissed her hand. 'You are very cold,' said Flora, changing to her own
natural kind-hearted manner, and gaining greatly by the change. 'Don't
work to-day. I am sure you are not well I am sure you are not strong.'

'It is only that I feel a little overcome by your kindness, and by Mr
Clennam's kindness in confiding me to one he has known and loved so
long.'

'Well really my dear,' said Flora, who had a decided tendency to be
always honest when she gave herself time to think about it, 'it's as
well to leave that alone now, for I couldn't undertake to say after all,
but it doesn't signify lie down a little!'

'I have always been strong enough to do what I want to do, and I shall
be quite well directly,' returned Little Dorrit, with a faint smile.
'You have overpowered me with gratitude, that's all. If I keep near the
window for a moment I shall be quite myself.'

Flora opened a window, sat her in a chair by it, and considerately
retired to her former place. It was a windy day, and the air stirring
on Little Dorrit's face soon brightened it. In a very few minutes she
returned to her basket of work, and her nimble fingers were as nimble as
ever.

Quietly pursuing her task, she asked Flora if Mr Clennam had told her
where she lived? When Flora repli