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“
She
told
me
she
’
d
sent
for
you
:
she
always
‘
sends
for
’
people
in
emergencies
.
That
again
,
I
suppose
,
is
de
l
’
epoque
.
And
failing
Adelaide
Painter
,
who
can
’
t
get
here
till
this
afternoon
,
there
was
no
one
but
poor
you
to
turn
to
.
”
She
put
it
all
lightly
,
with
a
lightness
that
seemed
to
his
tight
-
strung
nerves
slightly
,
undefinably
over
-
done
.
But
he
was
so
aware
of
his
own
tension
that
he
wondered
,
the
next
moment
,
whether
anything
would
ever
again
seem
to
him
quite
usual
and
insignificant
and
in
the
common
order
of
things
.
As
they
hastened
on
through
the
drizzle
in
which
the
storm
of
the
night
was
weeping
itself
out
,
Anna
drew
close
under
his
umbrella
,
and
at
the
pressure
of
her
arm
against
his
he
recalled
his
walk
up
the
Dover
pier
with
Sophy
Viner
.
The
memory
gave
him
a
startled
vision
of
the
inevitable
occasions
of
contact
,
confidence
,
familiarity
,
which
his
future
relationship
to
the
girl
would
entail
,
and
the
countless
chances
of
betrayal
that
every
one
of
them
involved
.
“
Do
tell
me
just
what
you
said
,
”
he
heard
Anna
pleading
;
and
with
sudden
resolution
he
affirmed
:
“
I
quite
understand
your
mother
-
in
-
law
’
s
feeling
as
she
does
.
”
The
words
,
when
uttered
,
seemed
a
good
deal
less
significant
than
they
had
sounded
to
his
inner
ear
;
and
Anna
replied
without
surprise
:
“
Of
course
.
It
’
s
inevitable
that
she
should
.
But
we
shall
bring
her
round
in
time
.
”
Under
the
dripping
dome
she
raised
her
face
to
his
.
“
Don
’
t
you
remember
what
you
said
the
day
before
yesterday
?
‘
Together
we
can
’
t
fail
to
pull
it
off
for
him
!
’
I
’
ve
told
Owen
that
,
so
you
’
re
pledged
and
there
’
s
no
going
back
.
”
The
day
before
yesterday
!
Was
it
possible
that
,
no
longer
ago
,
life
had
seemed
a
sufficiently
simple
business
for
a
sane
man
to
hazard
such
assurances
?
“
Anna
,
”
he
questioned
her
abruptly
,
“
why
are
you
so
anxious
for
this
marriage
?
”
She
stopped
short
to
face
him
.
“
Why
?
But
surely
I
’
ve
explained
to
you
—
or
rather
I
’
ve
hardly
had
to
,
you
seemed
so
in
sympathy
with
my
reasons
!
”
