"Ah," said Fleda, "I'm not so sure!" "That would have been the sane, sound, immediate course to adopt. With a grain of gumption you'd both instantly have felt it. I should have found a way to take you, you know, if I'd been what Owen's supposed to be. I should have got the business over first; the rest could come when you liked! Good God, girl, your place was to stand before me as a woman honestly married. One doesn't know what one has hold of in touching you, and you must excuse my saying that you're literally unpleasant to me to meet as you are. Then at least we could have talked, and Owen, if he had the ghost of a sense of humor, could have snapped his fingers at your refinements."!

"That's what he calls it," said Fleda. "She was there, day before yesterday, only for a few hours. She met him in London and went down to see the things."

"Is that what he calls it?" She seemed to speak with disinterested curiosity. Owen looked conscious. "All about it?" "Your just giving everything back."