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As
the
door
closed
behind
him
she
was
struck
by
his
look
of
pale
excitement
,
and
an
impulse
of
compunction
made
her
say
:
“
You
’
ve
come
to
ask
me
why
I
haven
’
t
spoken
to
your
grandmother
!
”
He
sent
about
him
a
glance
vaguely
reminding
her
of
the
strange
look
with
which
Sophy
Viner
had
swept
the
room
the
night
before
;
then
his
brilliant
eyes
came
back
to
her
.
“
I
’
ve
spoken
to
her
myself
,
”
he
said
.
Anna
started
up
,
incredulous
.
“
You
’
ve
spoken
to
her
?
When
?
”
“
Just
now
.
I
left
her
to
come
here
.
”
Anna
’
s
first
feeling
was
one
of
annoyance
.
There
was
really
something
comically
incongruous
in
this
boyish
surrender
to
impulse
on
the
part
of
a
young
man
so
eager
to
assume
the
responsibilities
of
life
.
She
looked
at
him
with
a
faintly
veiled
amusement
.
“
You
asked
me
to
help
you
and
I
promised
you
I
would
.
It
was
hardly
worth
while
to
work
out
such
an
elaborate
plan
of
action
if
you
intended
to
take
the
matter
out
of
my
hands
without
telling
me
.
”
“
Oh
,
don
’
t
take
that
tone
with
me
!
”
he
broke
out
,
almost
angrily
.
“
That
tone
?
What
tone
?
”
She
stared
at
his
quivering
face
.
“
I
might
,
”
she
pursued
,
still
half
-
laughing
,
“
more
properly
make
that
request
of
you
!
”
