Owen looked out into Raphael Road. "She did care for me awfully. But she can't stand the strain." "Of course I mean their marriage!" Fleda hesitated again. "I haven't the least idea."!

"What has made the difference?" "That of course hasn't made her love me better."

Something in this touched the girl so that for a moment she could not trust herself to speak. "You're an honest man," she said at last. She had gone to the door and opened it. "Good-bye." "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. Fleda hesitated a moment; after which she exclaimed with a certain hard pride: "He's enough in love with me for anything!"