"That can hardly have removed her impression that there are things I put you up to." "Well, those things are between yourselves, and you seem to me both poor creatures at best." Mrs. Gereth spoke with a rich humor which tipped with light for an instant a real conviction. "I don't know what you've got in your veins: you absurdly exaggerated the difficulties. But enough is as good as a feast, and when once I get you abroad together—!" She checked herself as if from excess of meaning; what might happen when she should get them abroad together was to be gathered only from the way she slowly rubbed her hands.!

"Never. Besides, I'm happy," said Fleda. Fleda had listened in awe. "And no one at Poynton said anything? There was no alarm?"

"They're married." The handle of the door turned, and Fleda had only time to jerk at him: "Your mother!" Fleda remembered that she had seen them only once. "Did you see them?" she then ventured to ask.