"I can easily fancy what the Brigstocks say!" Fleda permitted herself to remark without solemnity. "What she said to me just before she went: she meant to plead with me."!

"What she said to me just before she went: she meant to plead with me." CHAPTER XXII

"Oh, I thought I remembered that at Poynton you had told me a day, and that it was near at hand." "No. I'm tired of them: I'm not tired of you. This is the way for you to feel most how much I rest on you." Fleda had a compunction, wondering as they continued to stroll whether it was right after all to leave her. She believed, however, that if the flame might for the moment burn low, it was far from dying out; an impression presently confirmed by the way Mrs. Gereth went on: "But one's fatigue is nothing. The idea under which one worked kept one up. For you I could—I can still. Nothing will have mattered if she's not there." "Everything."