"I'm glad you didn't do that."
"I'm dashed if I want to!" Owen honestly declared. "But what's a fellow to do if she won't meet a fellow?"
"What do you call meeting a fellow?" Fleda asked, with a smile.
"Why, letting me tell her a dozen things she can have."
This was a transaction that Fleda, after a moment, had to give up trying to represent to herself. "If she won't do that—?" she went on.
"I'll leave it all to my solicitor. He won't let her off: by Jove, I know the fellow!"
"That's horrible!" said Fleda, looking at him in woe.
"It's utterly beastly!"
His want of logic as well as his vehemence startled her; and with her eyes still on his she considered before asking him the question these things suggested. At last she asked it. "Is Mona very angry?"
"Oh dear, yes!" said Owen.