"Why is it you hate him so?" her hostess abruptly inquired. "Have I kept you off to-day?" Fleda sadly shook her head, raising her arms a little and dropping them.!

"To help, and to help so as to please me. That was the way to take them; it was what they had least expected. I marched up to them and looked each straight in the eye, giving him the chance to choose if he'd gratify me or gratify my son. He gratified me. They were too stupid!" Mrs. Gereth's rejoinder too hung back; then when it came—from sad eyes as well as from lips barely moved—it was unexpectedly merciful. "It will be very hard." That was all, now; and it was poignantly simple. The train Fleda was to take had drawn up; the girl kissed her as if in farewell. Mrs. Gereth submitted, then after a little brought out: "If we have lost—"

"Oh dear, yes!" said Owen. "I suppose you'd go back to London." "I'm sure I don't remember."