At this she knew. "Poynton's on fire?" "If you do any such thing, you shall never see me again,—absolutely, literally never!"!

"She was sure of you!" Mrs. Gereth returned. But this didn't diminish the satisfaction taken by Fleda in showing how serenely and lucidly she could talk.

"Up to this time," said Fleda, after a pause, "your mother has had no doubt of my being on hers." "Give them up to whom?" Mrs. Gereth more boldly stared. Owen had been blank a moment before, but he followed this argument with success—a success so immediate that it enabled him to produce with decision: "Ah, she's not that sort! She wants them herself," he added; "she wants to feel they're hers; she doesn't care whether I have them or not! And if she can't get them she doesn't want me. If she can't get them she doesn't want anything at all."