"What she ought to do?" "Mine?" Fleda looked vague.!

Fleda moved to the door and opened it. "I'm not prepared to say. You must have patience and see." "Oh dear, yes!" said Owen.

"Of course I must," said Owen—"of course, of course." But he took no more advantage of the open door than to say: "You want me to be off, and I'm off in a minute. Only, before I go, please answer me a question. If you should leave my mother, where would you go?" "Of course you know by this time that your mother's very sharp," said Fleda. Mrs. Gereth looked hard at her young friend, showing she saw she must believe her. "Then you're perverse, you're wicked. Will you swear he doesn't know?"