Fleda hesitated. "You mean their marriage?" "Do you really think so?" Fleda presently inquired. "I mean, does he, after the fact, as it were, accept it?"!

"She was there, day before yesterday, only for a few hours. She met him in London and went down to see the things." Owen waited a little. "And having done that, you departed?"

"You never in your life took her word for any other matter." "Perhaps you've a right to say that you left it a little to mine." Mixed up with the spoils there, rising before him as if she were in a manner their keeper, she felt that she must absolutely dissociate herself. Mrs. Gereth had made it impossible to do anything but give her away. "I can only tell you that, on my side, I left it to her. I never dreamed either that she would pick out so many things." Fleda broke into a laugh which gave him a surprise as visible as the emotion it testified to. "Then how am I to know that you 'really' love—anybody else?"