"Never mind how I feel, and never mind what I say when I'm furious!" Mrs. Gereth still more incisively added. "Of course I cling to you, you wretches, or I shouldn't suffer as I do. What I want of him is to see that he takes you; what I want of him is to go with you myself to the place." She looked round the room as if, in feverish haste, for a mantle to catch up; she bustled to the window as if to spy out a cab: she would allow half an hour for the job. Already in her bonnet, she had snatched from the sofa a garment for the street: she jerked it on as she came back. "Find him, find him," she repeated; "come straight out with me, to try, at least, to get at him!" This was categoric; Fleda drank it in. "She takes such an interest in them?"!

Fleda hesitated. "Why do you need saving, when you announced to me just now that you're a free man?" "I made a point of letting Mona know that I should be here, don't you see? That's exactly what I wrote her this morning."

"I like that!" he laughed. "How came you not to let me know that you were there?" "Why, those beautiful things." "Why so? It will be always so much done," said Fleda. "Though I'm poor," she added with a smile, "I don't mind the shilling."