"Dear, no; say that you'll go up to town and meet him." It was bettered, the broad hint; and Fleda felt this to be still more the case when, returning to the subject before they went to bed, her companion said: "I make him over to you wholly, you know—to do what you please with. Deal with him in your own clever way—I ask no questions. All I ask is that you succeed." Mrs. Gereth continued to stare out of the window, and her stillness denoted some success in controlling herself. "If he's not lost, why are you unhappy?"!

"That's horrible!" said Fleda, looking at him in woe. "Don't you think it—I mean that she ought to give them up?"

"Everything." "Why not to Waterbath at once?" Fleda asked. "It's stronger than yours."