"They've looked very beautiful, and they've been very beautiful. Oh, I've told her the sort you are!" the young man pursued. "I haven't the least idea," Fleda repeated.!

"What sort of coercion?" said Mrs. Gereth. "Well, at any rate, you don't call her names."

She didn't understand. "About Mona?" "So as not to aggravate Mona?" Fleda suggested. "I've been out a very short time," said Fleda, who had hung back with the general purpose of making things difficult for him. The street would make them difficult; she could trust the street. She reflected in time, however, that to betray to him she was afraid to admit him would give him more a feeling of facility than of anything else. She moved on with him after a moment, letting him direct their course to her door, which was only round a corner: she considered as they went that it might not prove such a stroke to have been in London so long and yet not to have called him. She desired he should feel she was perfectly simple with him, and there was no simplicity in that. None the less, on the steps of the house, though she had a key, she rang the bell; and while they waited together and she averted her face she looked straight into the depths of what Mrs. Gereth had meant by giving him the "tip." This had been perfidious, had been monstrous of Mrs. Gereth, and Fleda wondered if her letter had contained only what Owen repeated.