"Put the place as it was." In his offhand way he added: "You know what I mean!" "The lawyers can scarcely do the packing," Mrs. Gereth humorously remarked.!

"Yes, that doesn't happen very often, does it?" Mrs. Brigstock looked round afresh at Fleda's home. Mrs. Gereth hesitated. "How do you know what has happened? You don't know what I said to him."

"You're not all right—you're all wrong!" Fleda cried in despair. "You mustn't stay here, you mustn't!" she repeated with clear decision. "You make me say dreadful things, and I feel as if I made you say them." But before he could reply she took it up in another tone. "Why in the world, if everything had changed, didn't you break off?" "They've looked very beautiful, and they've been very beautiful. Oh, I've told her the sort you are!" the young man pursued. "Rather! But not till after the public marriage." Mrs. Gereth seemed to muse; then she brought out: "She'll live there alone."