"Oh no, back to town. I'll write to you to-morrow."
He turned about vaguely for his hat.
"There's the chance, of course, that she may be afraid."
"Afraid, you mean, of the legal steps you may take?"
"I've got a perfect case—I could have her up. The Brigstocks say it's simple stealing."
"I can easily fancy what the Brigstocks say!" Fleda permitted herself to remark without solemnity.
"It's none of their business, is it?" was Owen's unexpected rejoinder. Fleda had already noted that no one so slow could ever have had such rapid transitions.
She showed her amusement. "They've a much better right to say it's none of mine."
"Well, at any rate, you don't call her names."
Fleda wondered whether Mona did; and this made it all the finer of her to exclaim in a moment: "You don't know what I shall call her if she holds out!"