"Nothing, because nobody knows. They're to be married on the 17th, at
Waterbath church. If anything else comes out, everybody is a little
prepared. It will pass for some stroke of diplomacy, some move in the
game, some outwitting of _me_. It's known there has been a row with me."
Fleda was mystified. "People surely knew at Poynton," she objected, "if,
as you say, she's there."
"She was there, day before yesterday, only for a few hours. She met him
in London and went down to see the things."
Fleda remembered that she had seen them only once. "Did _you_ see them?"
she then ventured to ask.
"Everything."
"Are they right?"
"Quite right. There's nothing like them," said Mrs. Gereth. At this her
companion took up one of her hands again and kissed it as she had done
in London. "Mona went back that night; she was not there yesterday. Owen
stayed on," she added.