"She abused you, and I defended you. She denounced you—" Fleda gave a dim smile. "You make me at least feel that I'm learning to know you very well when I hear you say such a thing as that. Mrs. Brigstock came to get round me, to supplicate me," she went on; "but to find you there, looking so much at home, paying me a friendly call and shoving the tea-things about—that was too much for her patience. She doesn't know, you see, that I'm after all a decent girl. She simply made up her mind on the spot that I'm a very bad case."!

Owen looked out into Raphael Road. "She did care for me awfully. But she can't stand the strain." "Yes, but he didn't describe it. All his instinct was to conceal it from Mona. He wasn't conscious, but he was already in love with you!" Mrs. Gereth declared.

"For what do you take me? I wasn't such a donkey." "Presumably to Poynton." Her companion again looked at her in silence. "I thought you had gone to her for several months."