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But
when
she
finally
joined
him
her
first
word
was
for
the
younger
lovers
.
“
I
want
to
thank
you
for
what
you
’
ve
done
for
Owen
,
”
she
began
,
with
her
happiest
smile
.
“
Who
—
I
?
”
he
laughed
.
“
Are
you
confusing
me
with
Miss
Painter
?
”
“
Perhaps
I
ought
to
say
for
me
,
”
she
corrected
herself
.
“
You
’
ve
been
even
more
of
a
help
to
us
than
Adelaide
.
”
“
My
dear
child
!
What
on
earth
have
I
done
?
”
“
You
’
ve
managed
to
hide
from
Madame
de
Chantelle
that
you
don
’
t
really
like
poor
Sophy
.
”
Darrow
felt
the
pallour
in
his
cheek
.
“
Not
like
her
?
What
put
such
an
idea
into
your
head
?
”
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
more
than
an
idea
—
it
’
s
a
feeling
.
But
what
difference
does
it
make
,
after
all
?
You
saw
her
in
such
a
different
setting
that
it
’
s
natural
you
should
be
a
little
doubtful
.
But
when
you
know
her
better
I
’
m
sure
you
’
ll
feel
about
her
as
I
do
.
”
“
It
’
s
going
to
be
hard
for
me
not
to
feel
about
everything
as
you
do
.
”
“
Well
,
then
—
please
begin
with
my
daughter
-
in
-
law
!
”
