"You should have told her, you know, that I had seen you in town only that one time," Fleda observed. "They're married."!

"Give them up to whom?" Mrs. Gereth more boldly stared. Fleda wondered. "The other day?"

"About the contents of the house. Aren't you looking after them for him?" Mrs. Gereth massed herself there more and more as an immoral woman, but Fleda had to recognize that she too would have been stupid and she too would have gratified her. "And when did all this take place?" "Ah, but, on the other hand, you've learned from them what you didn't know—you've learned by Mrs. Brigstock's visit that he cares for me." Fleda found herself in the position of availing herself of optimistic arguments that she formerly had repudiated; her refutation of her companion had completely changed its ground.