CHAPTER XIV "Why, rather, Miss Vetch!" Owen declared. "I've done every blessed thing she wished. I rushed down to Ricks, as you saw, with fire and sword, and the day after that I went to see her at Waterbath." At this point he checked himself, though it was just the point at which her interest deepened. A different look had come into his face as he put down his empty teacup. "But why should I tell you such things, for any good it does me? I gather that you've no suggestion to make me now except that I shall request my solicitor to act. Shall I request him to act?"!

"On the occasion, at papa's, that Mrs. Brigstock told you of, and one day, since then, down at Maggie's." "He speaks to me of the only thing that concerns me. He gives me clear notice that he abates not one jot of his demand."

"How came you to know my house?" Fleda asked. "Well, was it I, pray, who perpetrated the wrong? Ain't I doing what I can to get the thing arranged?" "How can I get at him? He'll come when he's ready," Fleda replied.