"Oh, that's what I should call it!" Fleda laughed, to her own surprise. CHAPTER V!

"She can't have gone back," Fleda declared. "Mona would have written on the spot." "It's stronger than yours."

At the sight of him two fresh waves passed quickly across her heart, one at the heels of the other. The first was an instant perception that this encounter was not an accident; the second a consciousness as prompt that the best place for it was the street. She knew before he told her that he had been to see her, and the next thing she knew was that he had had information from his mother. Her mind grasped these things while he said with a smile: "I saw only your back, but I was sure. I was over the way. I've been at your house." "Oh no, we haven't quarreled a bit!" Then with a smile: "We've only diverged." "Oh, I came back from Ricks last week. I shall be here now till I don't know when."