"Then you think he lies when he tells you that he has recovered his liberty?" Fleda paid this statement the homage of a minute's muteness. "As to that, naturally, she has reason."!

"Of course you know by this time that your mother's very sharp," said Fleda. Fleda by this time desired immensely to keep his companion, but she saw she could do so only at the cost of provoking on his part a further exhibition of the sheltering attitude, which he exaggerated precisely because it was the first thing, since he had begun to "like" her, that he had been able frankly to do for her. It was not in her interest that Mrs. Brigstock should be more struck than she already was with that benevolence. "There may be things you know that I don't," she presently said to her, with a smile. "But I've a sort of sense that you're laboring under some great mistake."

"I'm only thinking she'll be impatient—I mean, you know, to learn what will have passed between us." "The honor and good name of a man you hate?" "Then if you're thinking of Owen, how can you bear to think?"