"If he went," Fleda asked, "doesn't that exactly prove that he recognized one?" Fleda considered afresh. "Well, it is!" she brought out at last.!

"Certainly I'm sure, with all the evidence I already have. That will finish her!" Owen declared. "I must take it on trust," the girl pursued. "And what if Mona doesn't give you up?" she added.

She hesitated: she would only be impeccable even though she should have to be sententious. "You'll be happy if you're perfect!" she risked. "Awfully, haven't we?" He spoke with the stupidity she didn't object to. Inarticulate as he was, he had more to say; he lingered perhaps because he was vaguely aware of the want of sincerity in her encouragement to him to go. "There's one thing, please," he mentioned, as if there might be a great many others too. "Please don't say anything about Mona." "Then won't yours do?" Mrs. Gereth demanded. "Haven't I had it from your own mouth that he cares for you?"