"Rather! But not till after the public marriage." Mrs. Gereth seemed to muse; then she brought out: "She'll live there alone." Mrs. Gereth considered an instant. "Oh, the lawyers!" she exclaimed lightly. Seated there almost cosily in the reddening winter sunset, only with her shoulders raised a little and her mantle tightened as if from a slight chill, she had never yet looked to Fleda so much in possession nor so far from meeting unsuspectedness halfway. "Is he going to send them down here?"!

"Oh no, back to town. I'll write to you to-morrow." He paused so long for a reply that Fleda said: "I don't think I know what you mean by a set-to."

"I remembered how you had tied my hands about saying a word to Owen." Fleda had listened in awe. "And no one at Poynton said anything? There was no alarm?" Fleda hesitated; she had not quite had a definite idea. "Well—he'll give them up."