"I see," said Owen, looking at his gloves. "I can give her a day or two, you know. Of course I didn't come down to sleep," he went on. "The inn seems a horrid hole. I know all about the trains—having no idea you were here." Almost as soon as his interlocutress he was struck with the absence of the visible, in this, as between effect and cause. "I mean because in that case I should have felt I could stop over. I should have felt I could talk with you a blessed sight longer than with Mummy." "Not a whisper, not a step, in all the eight days. Perhaps they don't know. Perhaps they're crouching for a leap."!

"I'm not talking of disgust; I'm talking of its opposite," said Mrs. Gereth. Owen stared. "You haven't lifted a finger! It's I who have taken possession."

Fleda thought again. "Then, even in the event of her mother's not having got home till the morning, you would have had your letter at the latest to-day. You see she has had plenty of time." "I must take it on trust," the girl pursued. "And what if Mona doesn't give you up?" she added. "I'm unhappy because I torment you, and you don't understand me."