"Why must I?" Fleda asked after a moment. "Oh, I thought I remembered that at Poynton you had told me a day, and that it was near at hand."!

"Then you think he lies when he tells you that he has recovered his liberty?" "Back? They'll be there all day!"

"Your just giving everything back." Our young lady's spirit was strangely divided; she had a tenderness for Owen which she deeply concealed, yet it left her occasion to marvel at the way a man was made who could care in any relation for a creature like Mona Brigstock when he had known in any relation a creature like Adela Gereth. With such a mother to give him the pitch, how could he take it so low? She wondered that she didn't despise him for this, but there was something that kept her from it. If there had been nothing else it would have sufficed that she really found herself from this moment the medium of communication with him. Mrs. Gereth looked at her rather hard. "If he doesn't care?"