Mrs. Gereth watched Fleda and considered. "You haven't any idea if they are waiting for the things?" "Should I love him for all he has made you suffer?"!

CHAPTER XIX Fleda, as if she had been holding her breath, gave the sigh of a listening child. "At that place you spoke of in town?"

"Very true, you've done it all yourself." Fleda spoke gravely and gently, without a breath of coquetry. "But those are shades between which she's probably not obliged to distinguish. It's enough for her that we're singularly intimate." "He doesn't dream I've ever thought of him," said Fleda. "Why should he, if you didn't?" "I?—" The inquiry seemed to have moved him to stupefaction. "Can you ask me that question when I only wanted to please you? Didn't you seem to show me, in your wonderful way, that that was exactly how? I didn't break off just on purpose to leave it to her. I didn't break off so that there shouldn't be a thing to be said against me."