The Spoils of Poynton

'I never thought she was weak,' Fleda answered. She looked vaguely round the room with a new purpose: she had lost sight of her umbrella.

'I did tell you to let yourself go, but it's clear enough that you really haven't,' Mrs. Gereth declared. 'If Mona has got him—'

Fleda had accomplished her search; her interlocutress paused. 'If Mona has got him?' the girl inquired, tightening the umbrella.

'Well,' said Mrs. Gereth profoundly, 'it will be clear enough that Mona has.'

'Has let herself go?'

'Has let herself go.' Mrs. Gereth spoke as if she saw it in every detail.

Fleda felt the tone and finished her preparation; then she went and opened the door. 'We'll look for him together,' she said to her friend, who stood a moment taking in her face. 'They may know something about him at the Colonel's.'

'We'll go there.' Mrs. Gereth had picked up her gloves and her purse. 'But the first thing,' she went on, 'will be to wire to Poynton.'

'Why not to Waterbath at once?' Fleda asked.

Her companion hesitated. 'In your name?'

'In my name. I noticed a place at the corner.'

While Fleda held the door open Mrs. Gereth drew on her gloves. 'Forgive me,' she presently said. 'Kiss me,' she added.

Fleda, on the threshold, kissed her; then they went out.

XIX

In the place at the corner, on the chance of its saving time, Fleda wrote her telegram—wrote it in silence under Mrs. Gereth's eye and then in silence handed it to her. 'I send this to Waterbath, on the possibility of your being there, to ask you to come to me.' Mrs. Gereth held it a moment, read it more than once; then keeping it, and with her eyes on her companion, seemed to consider. There was the dawn of a kindness in her look; Fleda perceived in it, as if as the reward of complete submission, a slight relaxation of her rigor.

'Wouldn't it perhaps after all be better,' she asked, 'before doing this, to see if we can make his whereabouts certain?'

'Why so? It will be always so much done,' said Fleda. 'Though I'm poor,' she added with a smile, 'I don't mind the shilling.'

'The shilling's my shilling,' said Mrs. Gereth.

Fleda stayed her hand. 'No, no—I'm superstitious.'

'Superstitious?'

'To succeed, it must be all me!'

'Well, if that will make it succeed!' Mrs. Gereth took back her shilling, but she still kept the telegram. 'As he's most probably not there—'

'If he shouldn't be there,' Fleda interrupted, 'there will be no harm done.'

'If he 'shouldn't be' there!' Mrs. Gereth ejaculated. 'Heaven help us, how you assume it!'

'I'm only prepared for the worst. The Brigstocks will simply send any telegram on.'

'Where will they send it?'

'Presumably to Poynton.'

'They'll read it first,' said Mrs. Gereth.

'Read it?'

'Yes, Mona will. She'll open it under the pretext of having it repeated; and then she'll probably do nothing. She'll keep it as a proof of your immodesty.'

'What of that?' asked Fleda.

'You don't mind her seeing it?'

Rather musingly and absently Fleda shook her head. 'I don't mind anything.'

'Well, then, that's all right,' said Mrs. Gereth as if she had only wanted to feel that she had been irreproachably considerate. After this she was gentler still, but she had another point to clear up. 'Why have you given, for a reply, your sister's address?'

'Because if he does come to me he must come to me there. If that telegram goes,' said Fleda, 'I return to Maggie's to-night.'

Mrs. Gereth seemed to wonder at this. 'You won't receive him here with me?'

'No, I won't receive him here with you. Only where I received him last—only there again.' She showed her companion that as to that she was firm.

But Mrs. Gereth had obviously now had some practice in following queer movements prompted by queer feelings. She resigned herself, though she fingered the paper a moment longer. She appeared to hesitate; then she brought out: 'You couldn't then, if I release you, make your message a little stronger?'

Fleda gave her a faint smile. 'He'll come if he can.'

Mrs. Gereth met fully what this conveyed; with decision she pushed in the telegram. But she laid her hand