"I see," said Fleda. "Then, if you don't wait—good-bye." CHAPTER XIX!

"I can't be sure, but it's my belief." Fleda disliked to appear not to take account of his brevity, but it was just because she was struck by it that she felt the pressure of the desire to know more. What it suggested was simply what her intelligence supplied, for he was incapable of any art of insinuation. Wasn't it at all events the rule of communication with him to say for him what he couldn't say? This truth was present to the girl as she inquired if Mona greatly resented what Mrs. Gereth had done. He satisfied her promptly; he was standing before the fire, his back to it, his long legs apart, his hands, behind him, rather violently jiggling his gloves. "She hates it awfully. In fact, she refuses to put up with it at all. Don't you see?—she saw the place with all the things."

"Puts you in the situation of expecting that I shall do this thing just simply to oblige you?" Fleda was infinitely shaken; she was silent a little. "Yes, I understand. Did she go to you to complain of me?" "His engagement to marry? Why, it's just that engagement we loathe!"