"The day after she had found Owen at your feet. She knows everything." "A great mistake! That's all right." He spoke—it wasn't clear to her why—as if this declaration were a great point gained.!

"I dare say he thinks it may come to that." Fleda thought an instant. "You mean makes her hesitate to keep you—not hesitate to renounce you?"

"Then where is he?" poor Fleda helplessly wailed. She caught herself up, however; she did her best to be brave and clear. Before Mrs. Gereth could reply, with due obviousness, that this was a question for her not to ask, but to answer, she found an air of assurance to say: "You simplify far too much. You always did and you always will. The tangle of life is much more intricate than you've ever, I think, felt it to be. You slash into it," cried Fleda finely, "with a great pair of shears, you nip at it as if you were one of the Fates! If Owen's at Waterbath he's there to wind everything up." "How do I know, with my wretched relations with him?" Mrs. Gereth asked. "Is that what you said to her?" Fleda asked.