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All
this
,
as
Darrow
was
aware
,
still
fell
short
of
accounting
for
the
influence
she
obviously
exerted
on
the
persons
in
contact
with
her
.
It
brought
a
slight
relief
to
his
state
of
tension
to
go
on
wondering
,
while
he
watched
and
listened
,
just
where
the
mystery
lurked
.
Perhaps
,
after
all
,
it
was
in
the
fact
of
her
blank
insensibility
,
an
insensibility
so
devoid
of
egotism
that
it
had
no
hardness
and
no
grimaces
,
but
rather
the
freshness
of
a
simpler
mental
state
.
After
living
,
as
he
had
,
as
they
all
had
,
for
the
last
few
days
,
in
an
atmosphere
perpetually
tremulous
with
echoes
and
implications
,
it
was
restful
and
fortifying
merely
to
walk
into
the
big
blank
area
of
Miss
Painter
’
s
mind
,
so
vacuous
for
all
its
accumulated
items
,
so
echoless
for
all
its
vacuity
.
His
hope
of
a
word
with
Anna
before
dinner
was
dispelled
by
her
rising
to
take
Miss
Painter
up
to
Madame
de
Chantelle
;
and
he
wandered
away
to
his
own
room
,
leaving
Owen
and
Miss
Viner
engaged
in
working
out
a
picture
-
puzzle
for
Effie
.
Madame
de
Chantelle
—
possibly
as
the
result
of
her
friend
’
s
ministrations
—
was
able
to
appear
at
the
dinner
-
table
,
rather
pale
and
pink
-
nosed
,
and
casting
tenderly
reproachful
glances
at
her
grandson
,
who
faced
them
with
impervious
serenity
;
and
the
situation
was
relieved
by
the
fact
that
Miss
Viner
,
as
usual
,
had
remained
in
the
school
-
room
with
her
pupil
.
Darrow
conjectured
that
the
real
clash
of
arms
would
not
take
place
till
the
morrow
;
and
wishing
to
leave
the
field
open
to
the
contestants
he
set
out
early
on
a
solitary
walk
.
It
was
nearly
luncheon
-
time
when
he
returned
from
it
and
came
upon
Anna
just
emerging
from
the
house
.
She
had
on
her
hat
and
jacket
and
was
apparently
coming
forth
to
seek
him
,
for
she
said
at
once
:
“
Madame
de
Chantelle
wants
you
to
go
up
to
her
.
”
“
To
go
up
to
her
?
Now
?
”
“
That
’
s
the
message
she
sent
.
She
appears
to
rely
on
you
to
do
something
.
”
She
added
with
a
smile
:
“
Whatever
it
is
,
let
’
s
have
it
over
!
”
Darrow
,
through
his
rising
sense
of
apprehension
,
wondered
why
,
instead
of
merely
going
for
a
walk
,
he
had
not
jumped
into
the
first
train
and
got
out
of
the
way
till
Owen
’
s
affairs
were
finally
settled
.
“
But
what
in
the
name
of
goodness
can
I
do
?
”
he
protested
,
following
Anna
back
into
the
hall
.
