"Oh, if you speak the word!" the girl murmured very gravely, but happy at least to know that in this direction Mrs. Gereth confessed herself warned and helpless. Then she added: "How can I go on living with you on a footing of which I so deeply disapprove? Thinking as I do that you've despoiled him far more than is just or merciful—for if I expected you to take something, I didn't in the least expect you to take everything—how can I stay here without a sense that I'm backing you up in your cruelty and participating in your ill-gotten gains?" Fleda was determined that if she had the chill of her exposed and investigated state she would also have the convenience of it, and that if Mrs. Gereth popped in and out of the chamber of her soul she would at least return the freedom. "I shall quite hate, you know, in a day or two, every object that surrounds you—become blind to all the beauty and rarity that I formerly delighted in. Don't think me harsh; there's no use in my not being frank now. If I leave you, everything's at an end." "Presumably to Poynton."!

"She never saw it at all, she never looked at it!" cried Mrs. Gereth. Mrs. Gereth stared as at some gross material ravage. "Another footing? What other footing?"

"She'll have it to herself." She came out on the platform: everywhere she met the smoke. She covered her face with her hands. "I'll go back." "Of course I mean their marriage!" Fleda hesitated again. "I haven't the least idea."