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He
dropped
his
wet
coat
in
the
vestibule
and
began
to
mount
the
stairs
to
his
room
.
But
on
the
landing
he
was
overtaken
by
a
sober
-
faced
maid
who
,
in
tones
discreetly
lowered
,
begged
him
to
be
so
kind
as
to
step
,
for
a
moment
,
into
the
Marquise
’
s
sitting
-
room
.
Somewhat
disconcerted
by
the
summons
,
he
followed
its
bearer
to
the
door
at
which
,
a
couple
of
hours
earlier
,
he
had
taken
leave
of
Mrs
.
Leath
.
It
opened
to
admit
him
to
a
large
lamp
-
lit
room
which
he
immediately
perceived
to
be
empty
;
and
the
fact
gave
him
time
to
note
,
even
through
his
disturbance
of
mind
,
the
interesting
degree
to
which
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
apartment
“
dated
”
and
completed
her
.
Its
looped
and
corded
curtains
,
its
purple
satin
upholstery
,
the
Sevres
jardinieres
,
the
rosewood
fire
-
screen
,
the
little
velvet
tables
edged
with
lace
and
crowded
with
silver
knick
-
knacks
and
simpering
miniatures
,
reconstituted
an
almost
perfect
setting
for
the
blonde
beauty
of
the
’
sixties
.
Darrow
wondered
that
Fraser
Leath
’
s
filial
respect
should
have
prevailed
over
his
aesthetic
scruples
to
the
extent
of
permitting
such
an
anachronism
among
the
eighteenth
century
graces
of
Givre
;
but
a
moment
’
s
reflection
made
it
clear
that
,
to
its
late
owner
,
the
attitude
would
have
seemed
exactly
in
the
traditions
of
the
place
.
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
emergence
from
an
inner
room
snatched
Darrow
from
these
irrelevant
musings
.
She
was
already
beaded
and
bugled
for
the
evening
,
and
,
save
for
a
slight
pinkness
of
the
eye
-
lids
,
her
elaborate
appearance
revealed
no
mark
of
agitation
;
but
Darrow
noticed
that
,
in
recognition
of
the
solemnity
of
the
occasion
,
she
pinched
a
lace
handkerchief
between
her
thumb
and
forefinger
.
She
plunged
at
once
into
the
centre
of
the
difficulty
,
appealing
to
him
,
in
the
name
of
all
the
Everards
,
to
descend
there
with
her
to
the
rescue
of
her
darling
.
She
wasn
’
t
,
she
was
sure
,
addressing
herself
in
vain
to
one
whose
person
,
whose
“
tone
,
”
whose
traditions
so
brilliantly
declared
his
indebtedness
to
the
principles
she
besought
him
to
defend
.
Her
own
reception
of
Darrow
,
the
confidence
she
had
at
once
accorded
him
,
must
have
shown
him
that
she
had
instinctively
felt
their
unanimity
of
sentiment
on
these
fundamental
questions
.
She
had
in
fact
recognized
in
him
the
one
person
whom
,
without
pain
to
her
maternal
piety
,
she
could
welcome
as
her
son
’
s
successor
;
and
it
was
almost
as
to
Owen
’
s
father
that
she
now
appealed
to
Darrow
to
aid
in
rescuing
the
wretched
boy
.
“
Don
’
t
think
,
please
,
that
I
’
m
casting
the
least
reflection
on
Anna
,
or
showing
any
want
of
sympathy
for
her
,
when
I
say
that
I
consider
her
partly
responsible
for
what
’
s
happened
.
Anna
is
‘
modern
’
—
I
believe
that
’
s
what
it
’
s
called
when
you
read
unsettling
books
and
admire
hideous
pictures
.
Indeed
,
”
Madame
de
Chantelle
continued
,
leaning
confidentially
forward
,
“
I
myself
have
always
more
or
less
lived
in
that
atmosphere
:
my
son
,
you
know
,
was
very
revolutionary
.
Only
he
didn
’
t
,
of
course
,
apply
his
ideas
:
they
were
purely
intellectual
.
That
’
s
what
dear
Anna
has
always
failed
to
understand
.
And
I
’
m
afraid
she
’
s
created
the
same
kind
of
confusion
in
Owen
’
s
mind
—
led
him
to
mix
up
things
you
read
about
with
things
you
do
.
.
.
.
You
know
,
of
course
,
that
she
sides
with
him
in
this
wretched
business
?
”
Developing
at
length
upon
this
theme
,
she
finally
narrowed
down
to
the
point
of
Darrow
’
s
intervention
.
“
My
grandson
,
Mr
.
Darrow
,
calls
me
illogical
and
uncharitable
because
my
feelings
toward
Miss
Viner
have
changed
since
I
’
ve
heard
this
news
.
Well
!
You
’
ve
known
her
,
it
appears
,
for
some
years
:
Anna
tells
me
you
used
to
see
her
when
she
was
a
companion
,
or
secretary
or
something
,
to
a
dreadfully
vulgar
Mrs
.
Murrett
.
And
I
ask
you
as
a
friend
,
I
ask
you
as
one
of
us
,
to
tell
me
if
you
think
a
girl
who
has
had
to
knock
about
the
world
in
that
kind
of
position
,
and
at
the
orders
of
all
kinds
of
people
,
is
fitted
to
be
Owen
’
s
wife
.
I
’
m
not
implying
anything
against
her
!
I
liked
the
girl
,
Mr
.
Darrow
.
.
.
.
But
what
’
s
that
got
to
do
with
it
?
I
don
’
t
want
her
to
marry
my
grandson
.
If
I
’
d
been
looking
for
a
wife
for
Owen
,
I
shouldn
’
t
have
applied
to
the
Farlows
to
find
me
one
.
That
’
s
what
Anna
won
’
t
understand
;
and
what
you
must
help
me
to
make
her
see
.
”
Darrow
,
to
this
appeal
,
could
oppose
only
the
repeated
assurance
of
his
inability
to
interfere
.
He
tried
to
make
Madame
de
Chantelle
see
that
the
very
position
he
hoped
to
take
in
the
household
made
his
intervention
the
more
hazardous
.
He
brought
up
the
usual
arguments
,
and
sounded
the
expected
note
of
sympathy
;
but
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
alarm
had
dispelled
her
habitual
imprecision
,
and
,
though
she
had
not
many
reasons
to
advance
,
her
argument
clung
to
its
point
like
a
frightened
sharp
-
clawed
animal
.
“
Well
,
then
,
”
she
summed
up
,
in
response
to
his
repeated
assertions
that
he
saw
no
way
of
helping
her
,
“
you
can
,
at
least
,
even
if
you
won
’
t
say
a
word
to
the
others
,
tell
me
frankly
and
fairly
—
and
quite
between
ourselves
—
your
personal
opinion
of
Miss
Viner
,
since
you
’
ve
known
her
so
much
longer
than
we
have
.
”
