Owen gave her a gloomy glance; then he blew a speck off the crown of his hat. "But if you do have a set-to with her?"
He paused so long for a reply that Fleda said: "I don't think I know what you mean by a set-to."
"Well, if she calls you names."
"I don't think she'll do that."
"What I mean to say is, if she's angry at your backing me up—what will you do then? She can't possibly like it, you know."
"She may very well not like it; but everything depends. I must see what I shall do. You mustn't worry about me."
She spoke with decision, but Owen seemed still unsatisfied. "You won't go away, I hope?"
"Go away?"
"If she does take it ill of you."
Fleda moved to the door and opened it. "I'm not prepared to say. You must have patience and see."