"To send them back—to keep it quiet." The girl had not felt the impulse to ask him to sit down among the monuments of his wrong, so that, nervously, awkwardly, he fidgeted about the room with his hands in his pockets and an effect of returning a little into possession through the formulation of his view. "To have them packed and dispatched again, since she knows so well how. She does it beautifully"—he looked close at two or three precious pieces. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander!" "Deuce take you, no! To what we don't, you know, by your wish, ever talk about."!

CHAPTER XV "The old things?" Fleda considered again. "It will do no good of any sort to anything or any one. That's another question I would rather we shouldn't discuss, please," she gently added.

Fleda hesitated; she felt herself reddening. "I've only said your son wants it. I haven't said I do." "Distinctly with the threat of enforcement—what would be called, I suppose, coercion." "What then did she mean to do?"