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At
length
she
began
to
speak
.
“
You
’
re
mistaken
—
you
’
re
quite
mistaken
.
”
He
waited
a
moment
longer
.
“
Mistaken
—
—
?
”
“
In
thinking
what
you
think
.
I
’
m
as
happy
as
if
I
deserved
it
!
”
she
suddenly
proclaimed
with
a
laugh
.
She
stood
up
and
moved
toward
the
door
.
“
Now
are
you
satisfied
?
”
she
asked
,
turning
her
vividest
face
to
him
from
the
threshold
.
Down
the
avenue
there
came
to
them
,
with
the
opening
of
the
door
,
the
voice
of
Owen
’
s
motor
.
It
was
the
signal
which
had
interrupted
their
first
talk
,
and
again
,
instinctively
,
they
drew
apart
at
the
sound
.
Without
a
word
Darrow
turned
back
into
the
room
,
while
Sophy
Viner
went
down
the
steps
and
walked
back
alone
toward
the
court
.
At
luncheon
the
presence
of
the
surgeon
,
and
the
non
-
appearance
of
Madame
de
Chantelle
—
who
had
excused
herself
on
the
plea
of
a
headache
—
combined
to
shift
the
conversational
centre
of
gravity
;
and
Darrow
,
under
shelter
of
the
necessarily
impersonal
talk
,
had
time
to
adjust
his
disguise
and
to
perceive
that
the
others
were
engaged
in
the
same
re
-
arrangement
.
It
was
the
first
time
that
he
had
seen
young
Leath
and
Sophy
Viner
together
since
he
had
learned
of
their
engagement
;
but
neither
revealed
more
emotion
than
befitted
the
occasion
.
It
was
evident
that
Owen
was
deeply
under
the
girl
’
s
charm
,
and
that
at
the
least
sign
from
her
his
bliss
would
have
broken
bounds
;
but
her
reticence
was
justified
by
the
tacitly
recognized
fact
of
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
disapproval
.
This
also
visibly
weighed
on
Anna
’
s
mind
,
making
her
manner
to
Sophy
,
if
no
less
kind
,
yet
a
trifle
more
constrained
than
if
the
moment
of
final
understanding
had
been
reached
.
So
Darrow
interpreted
the
tension
perceptible
under
the
fluent
exchange
of
commonplaces
in
which
he
was
diligently
sharing
.
But
he
was
more
and
more
aware
of
his
inability
to
test
the
moral
atmosphere
about
him
:
he
was
like
a
man
in
fever
testing
another
’
s
temperature
by
the
touch
.
After
luncheon
Anna
,
who
was
to
motor
the
surgeon
home
,
suggested
to
Darrow
that
he
should
accompany
them
.
Effie
was
also
of
the
party
;
and
Darrow
inferred
that
Anna
wished
to
give
her
step
-
son
a
chance
to
be
alone
with
his
betrothed
.
On
the
way
back
,
after
the
surgeon
had
been
left
at
his
door
,
the
little
girl
sat
between
her
mother
and
Darrow
,
and
her
presence
kept
their
talk
from
taking
a
personal
turn
.
Darrow
knew
that
Mrs
.
Leath
had
not
yet
told
Effie
of
the
relation
in
which
he
was
to
stand
to
her
.
The
premature
divulging
of
Owen
’
s
plans
had
thrown
their
own
into
the
background
,
and
by
common
consent
they
continued
,
in
the
little
girl
’
s
presence
,
on
terms
of
an
informal
friendliness
.
The
sky
had
cleared
after
luncheon
,
and
to
prolong
their
excursion
they
returned
by
way
of
the
ivy
-
mantled
ruin
which
was
to
have
been
the
scene
of
the
projected
picnic
.
This
circuit
brought
them
back
to
the
park
gates
not
long
before
sunset
,
and
as
Anna
wished
to
stop
at
the
lodge
for
news
of
the
injured
child
Darrow
left
her
there
with
Effie
and
walked
on
alone
to
the
house
.
He
had
the
impression
that
she
was
slightly
surprised
at
his
not
waiting
for
her
;
but
his
inner
restlessness
vented
itself
in
an
intense
desire
for
bodily
movement
.
He
would
have
liked
to
walk
himself
into
a
state
of
torpor
;
to
tramp
on
for
hours
through
the
moist
winds
and
the
healing
darkness
and
come
back
staggering
with
fatigue
and
sleep
.
But
he
had
no
pretext
for
such
a
flight
,
and
he
feared
that
,
at
such
a
moment
,
his
prolonged
absence
might
seem
singular
to
Anna
.
As
he
approached
the
house
,
the
thought
of
her
nearness
produced
a
swift
reaction
of
mood
.
It
was
as
if
an
intenser
vision
of
her
had
scattered
his
perplexities
like
morning
mists
.
At
this
moment
,
wherever
she
was
,
he
knew
he
was
safely
shut
away
in
her
thoughts
,
and
the
knowledge
made
every
other
fact
dwindle
away
to
a
shadow
.
He
and
she
loved
each
other
,
and
their
love
arched
over
them
open
and
ample
as
the
day
:
in
all
its
sunlit
spaces
there
was
no
cranny
for
a
fear
to
lurk
.
In
a
few
minutes
he
would
be
in
her
presence
and
would
read
his
reassurance
in
her
eyes
.
And
presently
,
before
dinner
,
she
would
contrive
that
they
should
have
an
hour
by
themselves
in
her
sitting
-
room
,
and
he
would
sit
by
the
hearth
and
watch
her
quiet
movements
,
and
the
way
the
bluish
lustre
on
her
hair
purpled
a
little
as
she
bent
above
the
fire
.
