"No, 'she' won't see them." Then Fleda said: "What I mean is, for this dear one of ours, that if she had (as I know she did; it's in the very taste of the air!) a great accepted pain———"
She had paused an instant, and Mrs. Gereth took her up. "Well, if she had?"
Fleda still hesitated. "Why, it was worse than yours."
Mrs. Gereth reflected. "Very likely." Then she too hesitated. "The question is if it was worse than yours."
"Mine?" Fleda looked vague.
"Precisely. Yours."
At this our young lady smiled. "Yes, because it was a disappointment. She had been so sure."
"I see. And you were never sure."
"Never. Besides, I'm happy," said Fleda.
Mrs. Gereth met her eyes awhile. "Goose!" she quietly remarked as she turned away. There was a curtness in it; nevertheless it represented a considerable part of the basis of their new life.
On the 18th The Morning Post had at last its clear message, a brief account of the marriage, from the residence of the bride's mother, of Mr. Owen Gereth of Poynton Park to Miss Mona Brigstock of Waterbath. There were two ecclesiastics and six bridesmaids and, as Mrs. Gereth subsequently said, a hundred frumps, as well as a special train from town: the scale of the affair sufficiently showed that the preparations had been complete
