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She
continued
to
consider
him
between
half
-
drawn
lids
.
“
What
can
I
say
that
Mrs
.
Leath
has
not
already
told
you
?
”
“
Mrs
.
Leath
has
told
me
nothing
whatever
but
the
fact
—
and
her
pleasure
in
it
.
”
“
Well
;
aren
’
t
those
the
two
essential
points
?
”
“
The
essential
points
to
you
?
I
should
have
thought
—
—
”
“
Oh
,
to
you
,
I
meant
,
”
she
put
in
keenly
.
He
flushed
at
the
retort
,
but
steadied
himself
and
rejoined
:
“
The
essential
point
to
me
is
,
of
course
,
that
you
should
be
doing
what
’
s
really
best
for
you
.
”
She
sat
silent
,
with
lowered
lashes
.
At
length
she
stretched
out
her
arm
and
took
up
from
the
table
a
little
threadbare
Chinese
hand
-
screen
.
She
turned
its
ebony
stem
once
or
twice
between
her
fingers
,
and
as
she
did
so
Darrow
was
whimsically
struck
by
the
way
in
which
their
evanescent
slight
romance
was
symbolized
by
the
fading
lines
on
the
frail
silk
.
“
Do
you
think
my
engagement
to
Mr
.
Leath
not
really
best
for
me
?
”
she
asked
at
length
.
Darrow
,
before
answering
,
waited
long
enough
to
get
his
words
into
the
tersest
shape
—
not
without
a
sense
,
as
he
did
so
,
of
his
likeness
to
the
surgeon
deliberately
poising
his
lancet
for
a
clean
incision
.
“
I
’
m
not
sure
,
”
he
replied
,
“
of
its
being
the
best
thing
for
either
of
you
.
”
