Mrs. Gereth took her up with a cold smile that seemed the warning of experience against hyperbole. "As long as what, please?" "So as not to aggravate Mona?" Fleda suggested.!

"Oh yes, she will have written bang off!" Owen cheerfully conceded. "You don't—a—live anywhere in particular, do you?" the young man went on. He looked conscious as soon as he had spoken; she could see that he felt himself to have alluded more grossly than he meant to the circumstance of her having, if one were plain about it, no home of her own. He had meant it as an allusion of a tender sort to all that she would sacrifice in the case of a quarrel with his mother; but there was indeed no graceful way of touching on that. One just couldn't be plain about it.

"Have I kept you off to-day?" Fleda sadly shook her head, raising her arms a little and dropping them. "I mean literally everything. Go over them with the catalogue!" "Determined her to what?"