"She knows he would do anything to marry you." "But wouldn't they have gone down as soon as you left?"!

"I'm only trying to be prepared for the worst. You must remember that to have to withdraw from the ground she has taken, to make a public surrender of what she has publicly appropriated, will go uncommonly hard with her pride." "So much the better, if it's the kind of one you desire." That was the most she could say, and having made it sound as dry as possible she lapsed into a silence so pointed as to deprive him of all pretext for not leaving her. Still, nevertheless, he stood there, playing with his hat and filling the long pause with a strained and anxious smile. He wished to obey her thoroughly, to appear not to presume on any advantage he had won from her; but there was clearly something he longed for beside. While he showed this by hanging on she thought of two other things. One of these was that his countenance, after all, failed to bear out his description of his bliss. As for the other, it had no sooner come into her head than she found it seated, in spite of her resolution, on her lips. It took the form of an inconsequent question. "When did you say Mrs. Brigstock was to have gone back?"

"Oh no, we haven't quarreled a bit!" Then with a smile: "We've only diverged." "Wouldn't it perhaps after all be better," she asked, "before doing this, to see if we can make his whereabouts certain?" Fleda was infinitely shaken; she was silent a little. "Yes, I understand. Did she go to you to complain of me?"