"Does Mona?" "Presumably to Poynton."!

"No, miss; and I think she has left the garden. She has gone up the back road." In other words, they had the whole place to themselves. It would have been a pleasure, in a different mood, to converse with that parlor-maid. 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?"

"I want to take her in the right way, don't you know?—treat her as if I gave her more than just an hour or two." "If he shouldn't be there," Fleda interrupted, "there will be no harm done." "Deuce take you, no! To what we don't, you know, by your wish, ever talk about."