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Within
,
among
the
bric
-
a
-
brac
and
furbelows
,
he
found
Miss
Painter
seated
in
a
redundant
purple
armchair
with
the
incongruous
air
of
a
horseman
bestriding
a
heavy
mount
.
Madame
de
Chantelle
sat
opposite
,
still
a
little
wan
and
disordered
under
her
elaborate
hair
,
and
clasping
the
handkerchief
whose
visibility
symbolized
her
distress
.
On
the
young
man
’
s
entrance
she
sighed
out
a
plaintive
welcome
,
to
which
she
immediately
appended
:
“
Mr
.
Darrow
,
I
can
’
t
help
feeling
that
at
heart
you
’
re
with
me
!
”
The
directness
of
the
challenge
made
it
easier
for
Darrow
to
protest
,
and
he
reiterated
his
inability
to
give
an
opinion
on
either
side
.
“
But
Anna
declares
you
have
—
on
hers
!
”
He
could
not
restrain
a
smile
at
this
faint
flaw
in
an
impartiality
so
scrupulous
.
Every
evidence
of
feminine
inconsequence
in
Anna
seemed
to
attest
her
deeper
subjection
to
the
most
inconsequent
of
passions
.
He
had
certainly
promised
her
his
help
—
but
before
he
knew
what
he
was
promising
.
He
met
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
appeal
by
replying
:
“
If
there
were
anything
I
could
possibly
say
I
should
want
it
to
be
in
Miss
Viner
’
s
favour
.
”
“
You
’
d
want
it
to
be
—
yes
!
But
could
you
make
it
so
?
”
“
As
far
as
facts
go
,
I
don
’
t
see
how
I
can
make
it
either
for
or
against
her
.
I
’
ve
already
said
that
I
know
nothing
of
her
except
that
she
’
s
charming
.
”
“
As
if
that
weren
’
t
enough
—
weren
’
t
all
there
ought
to
be
!
”
Miss
Painter
put
in
impatiently
.
She
seemed
to
address
herself
to
Darrow
,
though
her
small
eyes
were
fixed
on
her
friend
.
“
Madame
de
Chantelle
seems
to
imagine
,
”
she
pursued
,
“
that
a
young
American
girl
ought
to
have
a
dossier
—
a
police
-
record
,
or
whatever
you
call
it
:
what
those
awful
women
in
the
streets
have
here
.
In
our
country
it
’
s
enough
to
know
that
a
young
girl
’
s
pure
and
lovely
:
people
don
’
t
immediately
ask
her
to
show
her
bank
-
account
and
her
visiting
-
list
.
”
Madame
de
Chantelle
looked
plaintively
at
her
sturdy
monitress
.
“
You
don
’
t
expect
me
not
to
ask
if
she
’
s
got
a
family
?
”
