"Not exactly those words. But I did come to say"—he stammered, then brought it out—"I did come to say we must have them right back." "Am I? Do I strike you so? You know I hate him," Fleda went on.!

"I can give it a dozen. It's a kind of fourth dimension. It's a presence, a perfume, a touch. It's a soul, a story, a life. There's ever so much more here than you and I. We're in fact just three!" "But wouldn't they have gone down as soon as you left?"

"We thought it very likely you would have come back. We knew of course of your having been at Ricks. If I didn't find you I thought I might perhaps find Mr. Vetch," Mrs. Brigstock went on. Mrs. Gereth slowly rose at this and, coming across the walk, took her young friend in her arms and kissed her. She then passed into one of Fleda's an arm perversely and imperiously sociable. "Let us move a little," she said, holding her close and giving a slight shiver. They strolled along the terrace, and she brought out another question. "He was eloquent, then, poor dear—he poured forth the story of his wrongs?" Fleda hesitated; she felt herself reddening. "I've only said your son wants it. I haven't said I do."