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“
Oh
,
then
I
think
I
shall
convince
you
—
even
if
I
can
’
t
,
like
Madame
de
Chantelle
,
summon
all
the
Everards
to
my
aid
!
”
She
lifted
to
him
the
look
of
happy
laughter
that
sometimes
brushed
her
with
a
gleam
of
spring
Darrow
watched
her
hasten
along
the
path
between
the
dripping
chrysanthemums
and
enter
the
lodge
.
After
she
had
gone
in
he
paced
up
and
down
outside
in
the
drizzle
,
waiting
to
learn
if
she
had
any
message
to
send
back
to
the
house
;
and
after
the
lapse
of
a
few
minutes
she
came
out
again
.
The
child
,
she
said
,
was
badly
,
though
not
dangerously
,
hurt
,
and
the
village
doctor
,
who
was
already
on
hand
,
had
asked
that
the
surgeon
,
already
summoned
from
Francheuil
,
should
be
told
to
bring
with
him
certain
needful
appliances
.
Owen
had
started
by
motor
to
fetch
the
surgeon
,
but
there
was
still
time
to
communicate
with
the
latter
by
telephone
.
The
doctor
furthermore
begged
for
an
immediate
provision
of
such
bandages
and
disinfectants
as
Givre
itself
could
furnish
,
and
Anna
bade
Darrow
address
himself
to
Miss
Viner
,
who
would
know
where
to
find
the
necessary
things
,
and
would
direct
one
of
the
servants
to
bicycle
with
them
to
the
lodge
.
Darrow
,
as
he
hurried
off
on
this
errand
,
had
at
once
perceived
the
opportunity
it
offered
of
a
word
with
Sophy
Viner
.
What
that
word
was
to
be
he
did
not
know
;
but
now
,
if
ever
,
was
the
moment
to
make
it
urgent
and
conclusive
.
It
was
unlikely
that
he
would
again
have
such
a
chance
of
unobserved
talk
with
her
.
He
had
supposed
he
should
find
her
with
her
pupil
in
the
school
-
room
;
but
he
learned
from
a
servant
that
Effie
had
gone
to
Francheuil
with
her
step
-
brother
,
and
that
Miss
Viner
was
still
in
her
room
.
Darrow
sent
her
word
that
he
was
the
bearer
of
a
message
from
the
lodge
,
and
a
moment
later
he
heard
her
coming
down
the
stairs
.
For
a
second
,
as
she
approached
him
,
the
quick
tremor
of
her
glance
showed
her
all
intent
on
the
same
thought
as
himself
.
He
transmitted
his
instructions
with
mechanical
precision
,
and
she
answered
in
the
same
tone
,
repeating
his
words
with
the
intensity
of
attention
of
a
child
not
quite
sure
of
understanding
.
Then
she
disappeared
up
the
stairs
.
Darrow
lingered
on
in
the
hall
,
not
knowing
if
she
meant
to
return
,
yet
inwardly
sure
she
would
.
At
length
he
saw
her
coming
down
in
her
hat
and
jacket
.
The
rain
still
streaked
the
window
panes
,
and
,
in
order
to
say
something
,
he
said
:
“
You
’
re
not
going
to
the
lodge
yourself
?
”
“
I
’
ve
sent
one
of
the
men
ahead
with
the
things
;
but
I
thought
Mrs
.
Leath
might
need
me
.
”
“
She
didn
’
t
ask
for
you
,
”
he
returned
,
wondering
how
he
could
detain
her
;
but
she
answered
decidedly
:
“
I
’
d
better
go
.
”
He
held
open
the
door
,
picked
up
his
umbrella
and
followed
her
out
.
As
they
went
down
the
steps
she
glanced
back
at
him
.
“
You
’
ve
forgotten
your
mackintosh
.
”
