"I'm very glad to be at home," Fleda responded. "She never saw it at all, she never looked at it!" cried Mrs. Gereth.!

"I'm dashed if I want to!" Owen honestly declared. "But what's a fellow to do if she won't meet a fellow?" "Well, those things are between yourselves, and you seem to me both poor creatures at best." Mrs. Gereth spoke with a rich humor which tipped with light for an instant a real conviction. "I don't know what you've got in your veins: you absurdly exaggerated the difficulties. But enough is as good as a feast, and when once I get you abroad together—!" She checked herself as if from excess of meaning; what might happen when she should get them abroad together was to be gathered only from the way she slowly rubbed her hands.

"Oh yes, I told her exactly, and that you had been most awfully kind, and that I had placed the whole thing in your hands." "That gives me a pull!" Fleda returned, smiling. "Oh, I'll show you that!" said Owen.