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“
Some
one
else
?
Who
else
?
”
She
rose
to
her
feet
.
“
What
on
earth
,
my
dear
boy
,
can
you
be
driving
at
?
”
“
I
’
m
trying
to
find
out
whether
you
think
he
knows
anything
definite
.
”
“
Why
should
I
think
so
?
Do
you
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
want
to
find
out
.
”
She
laughed
at
his
obstinate
insistence
.
“
To
test
my
veracity
,
I
suppose
?
”
At
the
sound
of
a
step
in
the
gallery
she
added
:
“
Here
he
is
—
you
can
ask
him
yourself
.
”
She
met
Darrow
’
s
knock
with
an
invitation
to
enter
,
and
he
came
into
the
room
and
paused
between
herself
and
Owen
.
She
was
struck
,
as
he
stood
there
,
by
the
contrast
between
his
happy
careless
good
-
looks
and
her
step
-
son
’
s
frowning
agitation
.
Darrow
met
her
eyes
with
a
smile
.
“
Am
I
too
soon
?
Or
is
our
walk
given
up
?
”
“
No
;
I
was
just
going
to
get
ready
.
”
She
continued
to
linger
between
the
two
,
looking
slowly
from
one
to
the
other
.
“
But
there
’
s
something
we
want
to
tell
you
first
:
Owen
is
engaged
to
Miss
Viner
.
”
The
sense
of
an
indefinable
interrogation
in
Owen
’
s
mind
made
her
,
as
she
spoke
,
fix
her
eyes
steadily
on
Darrow
.
