"You must sit down, then, till I go," said Fleda. "We must find a bench." "I don't want to see any letter," said Fleda. "You'll miss your train."!

"But if he knew that so well, what chance was there in it for her?" This was categoric; Fleda drank it in. "She takes such an interest in them?"

"But twice?" Mrs. Gereth still smiled. "That's your great feeling about him," Fleda said; "but how, after what has happened, can it be his about you?" Fleda, downstairs, learned soon enough what this was. It was simply that, as he announced the moment he stood before her, he was now all right. When she asked him what he meant by that state he replied that he meant he could practically regard himself henceforth as a free man: he had had at West Kensington, as soon as they got into the street, such a horrid scene with Mrs. Brigstock.