"Derived from him?" "That's horrible!" said Fleda, looking at him in woe.!

"How do I know, with my wretched relations with him?" Mrs. Gereth asked. "I'm glad you didn't do that."

"It's very great; everybody thinks so; there must be something in it. It operated as it had operated before. There's no need of imagining anything very monstrous. Her restored good humor, her splendid beauty, and Mr. Owen's impressibility and generosity sufficiently cover the ground. His great bright sun came out!" Fleda took her hand, and her clasp of it was a reiteration of a promise already given. She said nothing, but her silence was an acceptance as responsible as the vow of a nun. The next moment something occurred to her. "I mustn't put myself in your son's way." "She wanted to know what right you had to meddle. She said you were not honest."