"Oh, I came back from Ricks last week. I shall be here now till I don't know when." "That's what he calls it," said Fleda.!

"Ah, but, on the other hand, you've learned from them what you didn't know—you've learned by Mrs. Brigstock's visit that he cares for me." Fleda found herself in the position of availing herself of optimistic arguments that she formerly had repudiated; her refutation of her companion had completely changed its ground. Mrs. Gereth reflected. "Very likely." Then she too hesitated. "The question is if it was worse than yours."

"Then you had much better let Mr. Gereth go, and stay by yourself and make me a pleasant visit. You can talk with him when you like, but it is the first time you've been to see me." Fleda listened; she was deeply mystified. "How kind you are to me!" she presently said. The picture suggested so many questions that she scarcely knew which to ask first. She took one at a venture. "You really have it from Mr. Gereth that he'll give us his company?" "I can easily fancy what the Brigstocks say!" Fleda permitted herself to remark without solemnity.