"You don't mind her seeing it?" "I take it you don't mean that Owen has any!" Mrs. Gereth cried with her large laugh.!

"They may not have known of my leaving." Fleda wondered afresh; it struck her as scarcely supposable that some sign shouldn't have flashed from Poynton to London. If the storm was taking this term of silence to gather, even in Mona's breast, it would probably discharge itself in some startling form. The great hush of every one concerned was strange; but when she pressed Mrs. Gereth for some explanation of it, that lady only replied, with her brave irony: "Oh, I took their breath away!" She had no illusions, however; she was still prepared to fight. What indeed was her spoliation of Poynton but the first engagement of a campaign? She spoke with decision, but Owen seemed still unsatisfied. "You won't go away, I hope?"

Fleda shook her head wearily. "No—I was only in love with him!" Fleda stopped in front of her hostess. "I gave him my opinion that you're very logical, very obstinate, and very proud." "The old things?" Fleda considered again. "It will do no good of any sort to anything or any one. That's another question I would rather we shouldn't discuss, please," she gently added.