Fleda, after an instant, encouraged him again. "To say to you?" "You didn't know I was here?"!

"Should I love him for all he has made you suffer?" CHAPTER I

This made his companion thoughtful again. "Can you take such pleasure in her being 'finished'—a poor girl you've once loved?" "He has done it," said Mrs. Gereth, turning her eyes avoidingly but not unperceivingly about her and in spite of herself dropping an opinion upon the few objects in the room. Fleda, on her side, in her silence, observed how characteristically she looked at Maggie's possessions before looking at Maggie's sister. The girl understood and at first had nothing to say; she was still dumb while Mrs. Gereth selected, with hesitation, a seat less distasteful than the one that happened to be nearest. On the sofa near the window the poor woman finally showed what the two past days had done for the age of her face. Her eyes at last met Fleda's. "It's the end." "Nothing but her luncheon. But I got everything!"