"I made a point of letting Mona know that I should be here, don't you see? That's exactly what I wrote her this morning." "Not in any way?"!

"I dare say she wasn't. But the less she's satisfied the more I'm free." "Don't you think it—I mean that she ought to give them up?"

Fleda, as if she humbly assented, went through no form of controverting this; she simply stood passive to her companion's sudden refreshment of her appearance. "How can I get him away from her?" she presently demanded. Fleda considered; her friend had taken her up with a smothered ferocity by which she was slightly disconcerted. "I don't mean of course that he should surrender everything; but he might let you pick out the things to which you're most attached." "I'm only trying to be prepared for the worst. You must remember that to have to withdraw from the ground she has taken, to make a public surrender of what she has publicly appropriated, will go uncommonly hard with her pride."