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He
was
aware
that
she
glanced
at
him
intently
.
“
As
you
please
.
I
’
ll
bring
her
down
at
once
.
”
She
opened
the
door
,
and
as
she
went
in
he
heard
her
say
:
“
No
,
Sophy
,
don
’
t
go
!
I
want
you
both
.
”
The
rest
of
Darrow
’
s
day
was
a
succession
of
empty
and
agitating
scenes
.
On
his
way
down
to
Givre
,
before
he
had
seen
Effie
Leath
,
he
had
pictured
somewhat
sentimentally
the
joy
of
the
moment
when
he
should
take
her
in
his
arms
and
receive
her
first
filial
kiss
.
Everything
in
him
that
egotistically
craved
for
rest
,
stability
,
a
comfortably
organized
middle
-
age
,
all
the
home
-
building
instincts
of
the
man
who
has
sufficiently
wooed
and
wandered
,
combined
to
throw
a
charm
about
the
figure
of
the
child
who
might
—
who
should
—
have
been
his
.
Effie
came
to
him
trailing
the
cloud
of
glory
of
his
first
romance
,
giving
him
back
the
magic
hour
he
had
missed
and
mourned
.
And
how
different
the
realization
of
his
dream
had
been
!
The
child
’
s
radiant
welcome
,
her
unquestioning
acceptance
of
,
this
new
figure
in
the
family
group
,
had
been
all
that
he
had
hoped
and
fancied
.
If
Mother
was
so
awfully
happy
about
it
,
and
Owen
and
Granny
,
too
,
how
nice
and
cosy
and
comfortable
it
was
going
to
be
for
all
of
them
,
her
beaming
look
seemed
to
say
;
and
then
,
suddenly
,
the
small
pink
fingers
he
had
been
kissing
were
laid
on
the
one
flaw
in
the
circle
,
on
the
one
point
which
must
be
settled
before
Effie
could
,
with
complete
unqualified
assurance
,
admit
the
new
-
comer
to
full
equality
with
the
other
gods
of
her
Olympus
.
“
And
is
Sophy
awfully
happy
about
it
too
?
”
she
had
asked
,
loosening
her
hold
on
Darrow
’
s
neck
to
tilt
back
her
head
and
include
her
mother
in
her
questioning
look
.
“
Why
,
dearest
,
didn
’
t
you
see
she
was
?
”
Anna
had
exclaimed
,
leaning
to
the
group
with
radiant
eyes
.
“
I
think
I
should
like
to
ask
her
,
”
the
child
rejoined
,
after
a
minute
’
s
shy
consideration
;
and
as
Darrow
set
her
down
her
mother
laughed
:
“
Do
,
darling
,
do
!
Run
off
at
once
,
and
tell
her
we
expect
her
to
be
awfully
happy
too
.
”
The
scene
had
been
succeeded
by
others
less
poignant
but
almost
as
trying
.
Darrow
cursed
his
luck
in
having
,
at
such
a
moment
,
to
run
the
gauntlet
of
a
houseful
of
interested
observers
.
The
state
of
being
“
engaged
”
,
in
itself
an
absurd
enough
predicament
,
even
to
a
man
only
intermittently
exposed
,
became
intolerable
under
the
continuous
scrutiny
of
a
small
circle
quivering
with
participation
.
Darrow
was
furthermore
aware
that
,
though
the
case
of
the
other
couple
ought
to
have
made
his
own
less
conspicuous
,
it
was
rather
they
who
found
a
refuge
in
the
shadow
of
his
prominence
.
Madame
de
Chantelle
,
though
she
had
consented
to
Owen
’
s
engagement
and
formally
welcomed
his
betrothed
,
was
nevertheless
not
sorry
to
show
,
by
her
reception
of
Darrow
,
of
what
finely
-
shaded
degrees
of
cordiality
she
was
capable
.
Miss
Painter
,
having
won
the
day
for
Owen
,
was
also
free
to
turn
her
attention
to
the
newer
candidate
for
her
sympathy
;
and
Darrow
and
Anna
found
themselves
immersed
in
a
warm
bath
of
sentimental
curiosity
.
It
was
a
relief
to
Darrow
that
he
was
under
a
positive
obligation
to
end
his
visit
within
the
next
forty
-
eight
hours
.
When
he
left
London
,
his
Ambassador
had
accorded
him
a
ten
days
’
leave
.
His
fate
being
definitely
settled
and
openly
published
he
had
no
reason
for
asking
to
have
the
time
prolonged
,
and
when
it
was
over
he
was
to
return
to
his
post
till
the
time
fixed
for
taking
up
his
new
duties
.
Anna
and
he
had
therefore
decided
to
be
married
,
in
Paris
,
a
day
or
two
before
the
departure
of
the
steamer
which
was
to
take
them
to
South
America
;
and
Anna
,
shortly
after
his
return
to
England
,
was
to
go
up
to
Paris
and
begin
her
own
preparations
.
