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He
glanced
back
doubtfully
at
the
window
.
“
It
’
s
pouring
.
Perhaps
you
’
d
rather
not
go
out
?
”
She
hesitated
,
as
if
waiting
for
him
to
urge
her
.
“
I
suppose
I
’
d
better
not
.
I
ought
to
go
at
once
to
my
mother
-
in
-
law
—
Owen
’
s
just
been
telling
her
,
”
she
said
.
“
Ah
.
”
Darrow
hazarded
a
smile
.
“
That
accounts
for
my
having
,
on
my
way
up
,
heard
some
one
telephoning
for
Miss
Painter
!
”
At
the
allusion
they
laughed
together
,
vaguely
,
and
Anna
moved
toward
the
door
.
He
held
it
open
for
her
and
followed
her
out
.
He
left
her
at
the
door
of
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
sitting
-
room
,
and
plunged
out
alone
into
the
rain
.
The
wind
flung
about
the
stripped
tree
-
tops
of
the
avenue
and
dashed
the
stinging
streams
into
his
face
.
He
walked
to
the
gate
and
then
turned
into
the
high
-
road
and
strode
along
in
the
open
,
buffeted
by
slanting
gusts
.
The
evenly
ridged
fields
were
a
blurred
waste
of
mud
,
and
the
russet
coverts
which
he
and
Owen
had
shot
through
the
day
before
shivered
desolately
against
a
driving
sky
.
Darrow
walked
on
and
on
,
indifferent
to
the
direction
he
was
taking
.
His
thoughts
were
tossing
like
the
tree
-
tops
.
Anna
’
s
announcement
had
not
come
to
him
as
a
complete
surprise
:
that
morning
,
as
he
strolled
back
to
the
house
with
Owen
Leath
and
Miss
Viner
,
he
had
had
a
momentary
intuition
of
the
truth
.
But
it
had
been
no
more
than
an
intuition
,
the
merest
faint
cloud
-
puff
of
surmise
;
and
now
it
was
an
attested
fact
,
darkening
over
the
whole
sky
.
In
respect
of
his
own
attitude
,
he
saw
at
once
that
the
discovery
made
no
appreciable
change
.
If
he
had
been
bound
to
silence
before
,
he
was
no
less
bound
to
it
now
;
the
only
difference
lay
in
the
fact
that
what
he
had
just
learned
had
rendered
his
bondage
more
intolerable
.
Hitherto
he
had
felt
for
Sophy
Viner
’
s
defenseless
state
a
sympathy
profoundly
tinged
with
compunction
.
But
now
he
was
half
-
conscious
of
an
obscure
indignation
against
her
.
Superior
as
he
had
fancied
himself
to
ready
-
made
judgments
,
he
was
aware
of
cherishing
the
common
doubt
as
to
the
disinterestedness
of
the
woman
who
tries
to
rise
above
her
past
.
No
wonder
she
had
been
sick
with
fear
on
meeting
him
!
It
was
in
his
power
to
do
her
more
harm
than
he
had
dreamed
.
.
.
Assuredly
he
did
not
want
to
harm
her
;
but
he
did
desperately
want
to
prevent
her
marrying
Owen
Leath
.
He
tried
to
get
away
from
the
feeling
,
to
isolate
and
exteriorize
it
sufficiently
to
see
what
motives
it
was
made
of
;
but
it
remained
a
mere
blind
motion
of
his
blood
,
the
instinctive
recoil
from
the
thing
that
no
amount
of
arguing
can
make
“
straight
.
”
His
tramp
,
prolonged
as
it
was
,
carried
him
no
nearer
to
enlightenment
;
and
after
trudging
through
two
or
three
sallow
mud
-
stained
villages
he
turned
about
and
wearily
made
his
way
back
to
Givre
.
As
he
walked
up
the
black
avenue
,
making
for
the
lights
that
twinkled
through
its
pitching
branches
,
he
had
a
sudden
realisation
of
his
utter
helplessness
.
He
might
think
and
combine
as
he
would
;
but
there
was
nothing
,
absolutely
nothing
,
that
he
could
do
.
.
.
