it was in the power of such an image to make her turn pale.
"I'm thinking," Fleda continued, "of the simple question of his keeping faith on an important clause of his contract: it doesn't matter whether it's with a stupid person or with a monster of cleverness. I'm thinking of his honour and his good name."
"The honour and good name of a man you hate?"
"Certainly," the girl resolutely answered. "I don't see why you should talk as if one had a petty mind. You don't think so. It's not on that assumption you've ever dealt with me. I can do your son justice, as he put his case to me."
"Ah, then he did put his case to you!" Mrs. Gereth exclaimed with an accent of triumph. "You seemed to speak just now as if really nothing of any consequence had passed between you."
"Something always passes when one has a little imagination," our young lady declared.
"I take it you don't mean that Owen has any!" Mrs. Gereth cried with her large laugh.
Fleda was silent a moment. "No, I don't mean that Owen has any," she returned at last.
"Why is it you hate him so?" her hostess abruptly put to her.
"Should I love him for all he has made you suffer?"
Mrs. Gereth slowly rose at this and, coming
