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The
change
,
for
Darrow
,
was
less
definable
;
but
,
perhaps
for
that
reason
,
it
struck
him
as
more
sharply
significant
.
Only
—
just
what
did
it
signify
?
Owen
,
like
Sophy
Viner
,
had
the
kind
of
face
which
seems
less
the
stage
on
which
emotions
move
than
the
very
stuff
they
work
in
.
In
moments
of
excitement
his
odd
irregular
features
seemed
to
grow
fluid
,
to
unmake
and
remake
themselves
like
the
shadows
of
clouds
on
a
stream
.
Darrow
,
through
the
rapid
flight
of
the
shadows
,
could
not
seize
on
any
specific
indication
of
feeling
:
he
merely
perceived
that
the
young
man
was
unaccountably
surprised
at
finding
him
with
Miss
Viner
,
and
that
the
extent
of
his
surprise
might
cover
all
manner
of
implications
.
Darrow
’
s
first
idea
was
that
Owen
,
if
he
suspected
that
the
conversation
was
not
the
result
of
an
accidental
encounter
,
might
wonder
at
his
step
-
mother
’
s
suitor
being
engaged
,
at
such
an
hour
,
in
private
talk
with
her
little
girl
’
s
governess
.
The
thought
was
so
disturbing
that
,
as
the
three
turned
back
to
the
house
,
he
was
on
the
point
of
saying
to
Owen
:
“
I
came
out
to
look
for
your
mother
.
”
But
,
in
the
contingency
he
feared
,
even
so
simple
a
phrase
might
seem
like
an
awkward
attempt
at
explanation
;
and
he
walked
on
in
silence
at
Miss
Viner
’
s
side
Presently
he
was
struck
by
the
fact
that
Owen
Leath
and
the
girl
were
silent
also
;
and
this
gave
a
new
turn
to
his
thoughts
.
Silence
may
be
as
variously
shaded
as
speech
;
and
that
which
enfolded
Darrow
and
his
two
companions
seemed
to
his
watchful
perceptions
to
be
quivering
with
cross
-
threads
of
communication
.
At
first
he
was
aware
only
of
those
that
centred
in
his
own
troubled
consciousness
;
then
it
occurred
to
him
that
an
equal
activity
of
intercourse
was
going
on
outside
of
it
.
Something
was
in
fact
passing
mutely
and
rapidly
between
young
Leath
and
Sophy
Viner
;
but
what
it
was
,
and
whither
it
tended
,
Darrow
,
when
they
reached
the
house
,
was
but
just
beginning
to
divine
.
.
.
Anna
Leath
,
from
the
terrace
,
watched
the
return
of
the
little
group
.
She
looked
down
on
them
,
as
they
advanced
across
the
garden
,
from
the
serene
height
of
her
unassailable
happiness
.
There
they
were
,
coming
toward
her
in
the
mild
morning
light
,
her
child
,
her
step
-
son
,
her
promised
husband
:
the
three
beings
who
filled
her
life
.
She
smiled
a
little
at
the
happy
picture
they
presented
,
Effie
’
s
gambols
encircling
it
in
a
moving
frame
within
which
the
two
men
came
slowly
forward
in
the
silence
of
friendly
understanding
.
It
seemed
part
of
the
deep
intimacy
of
the
scene
that
they
should
not
be
talking
to
each
other
,
and
it
did
not
till
afterward
strike
her
as
odd
that
neither
of
them
apparently
felt
it
necessary
to
address
a
word
to
Sophy
Viner
.
Anna
herself
,
at
the
moment
,
was
floating
in
the
mid
-
current
of
felicity
,
on
a
tide
so
bright
and
buoyant
that
she
seemed
to
be
one
with
its
warm
waves
.
The
first
rush
of
bliss
had
stunned
and
dazzled
her
;
but
now
that
,
each
morning
,
she
woke
to
the
calm
certainty
of
its
recurrence
,
she
was
growing
used
to
the
sense
of
security
it
gave
.
“
I
feel
as
if
I
could
trust
my
happiness
to
carry
me
;
as
if
it
had
grown
out
of
me
like
wings
.
”
So
she
phrased
it
to
Darrow
,
as
,
later
in
the
morning
,
they
paced
the
garden
-
paths
together
.
His
answering
look
gave
her
the
same
assurance
of
safety
.
The
evening
before
he
had
seemed
preoccupied
,
and
the
shadow
of
his
mood
had
faintly
encroached
on
the
great
golden
orb
of
their
blessedness
;
but
now
it
was
uneclipsed
again
,
and
hung
above
them
high
and
bright
as
the
sun
at
noon
.
Upstairs
in
her
sitting
-
room
,
that
afternoon
,
she
was
thinking
of
these
things
.
The
morning
mists
had
turned
to
rain
,
compelling
the
postponement
of
an
excursion
in
which
the
whole
party
were
to
have
joined
.
Effie
,
with
her
governess
,
had
been
despatched
in
the
motor
to
do
some
shopping
at
Francheuil
;
and
Anna
had
promised
Darrow
to
join
him
,
later
in
the
afternoon
,
for
a
quick
walk
in
the
rain
.
He
had
gone
to
his
room
after
luncheon
to
get
some
belated
letters
off
his
conscience
;
and
when
he
had
left
her
she
had
continued
to
sit
in
the
same
place
,
her
hands
crossed
on
her
knees
,
her
head
slightly
bent
,
in
an
attitude
of
brooding
retrospection
.
As
she
looked
back
at
her
past
life
,
it
seemed
to
her
to
have
consisted
of
one
ceaseless
effort
to
pack
into
each
hour
enough
to
fill
out
its
slack
folds
;
but
now
each
moment
was
like
a
miser
’
s
bag
stretched
to
bursting
with
pure
gold
.
She
was
roused
by
the
sound
of
Owen
’
s
step
in
the
gallery
outside
her
room
.
It
paused
at
her
door
and
in
answer
to
his
knock
she
called
out
“
Come
in
!
”
