Fleda decided. "Drive to Euston, please." Fleda hesitated a moment; after which she exclaimed with a certain hard pride: "He's enough in love with me for anything!"!

"And was Mrs. Brigstock satisfied with your answer?" CHAPTER XVII

She met his eyes with all the tenderness she had not yet uttered, and she had not known till this moment how great was the accumulation. "Perhaps, after all," she risked, "there may be even in a stone still some little help for you." She passed out of the door that opened toward the village and met a great acrid gust. She heard a far-off windy roar which, in her dismay, she took for that of flames a mile away, and which, the first instant, acted upon her as a wild solicitation. "I must go there." She had scarcely spoken before the same omen had changed into an appalling check. The man hesitated. "What can you call it, miss, if it ain't really saved?"