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When
the
door
had
closed
she
turned
back
to
Sophy
Viner
with
a
look
that
sought
her
confidence
.
“
I
’
m
so
glad
you
came
,
my
dear
.
We
’
ve
got
so
many
things
to
talk
about
,
just
you
and
I
together
.
”
The
confused
intercourse
of
the
last
days
had
,
in
fact
,
left
little
time
for
any
speech
with
Sophy
but
such
as
related
to
her
marriage
and
the
means
of
overcoming
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
opposition
to
it
.
Anna
had
exacted
of
Owen
that
no
one
,
not
even
Sophy
Viner
,
should
be
given
a
hint
of
her
own
projects
till
all
contingent
questions
had
been
disposed
of
.
She
had
felt
,
from
the
outset
,
a
secret
reluctance
to
intrude
her
securer
happiness
on
the
doubts
and
fears
of
the
young
pair
.
From
the
sofa
-
corner
to
which
she
had
dropped
back
she
pointed
to
Darrow
’
s
chair
.
“
Come
and
sit
by
me
,
dear
.
I
wanted
to
see
you
alone
.
There
’
s
so
much
to
say
that
I
hardly
know
where
to
begin
.
”
She
leaned
forward
,
her
hands
clasped
on
the
arms
of
the
sofa
,
her
eyes
bent
smilingly
on
Sophy
’
s
.
As
she
did
so
,
she
noticed
that
the
girl
’
s
unusual
pallour
was
partly
due
to
the
slight
veil
of
powder
on
her
face
.
The
discovery
was
distinctly
disagreeable
.
Anna
had
never
before
noticed
,
on
Sophy
’
s
part
,
any
recourse
to
cosmetics
,
and
,
much
as
she
wished
to
think
herself
exempt
from
old
-
fashioned
prejudices
,
she
suddenly
became
aware
that
she
did
not
like
her
daughter
’
s
governess
to
have
a
powdered
face
.
Then
she
reflected
that
the
girl
who
sat
opposite
her
was
no
longer
Effie
’
s
governess
,
but
her
own
future
daughter
-
in
-
law
;
and
she
wondered
whether
Miss
Viner
had
chosen
this
odd
way
of
celebrating
her
independence
,
and
whether
,
as
Mrs
.
Owen
Leath
,
she
would
present
to
the
world
a
bedizened
countenance
.
This
idea
was
scarcely
less
distasteful
than
the
other
,
and
for
a
moment
Anna
continued
to
consider
her
without
speaking
.
Then
,
in
a
flash
,
the
truth
came
to
her
:
Miss
Viner
had
powdered
her
face
because
Miss
Viner
had
been
crying
.
Anna
leaned
forward
impulsively
.
“
My
dear
child
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
”
She
saw
the
girl
’
s
blood
rush
up
under
the
white
mask
,
and
hastened
on
:
“
Please
don
’
t
be
afraid
to
tell
me
.
I
do
so
want
you
to
feel
that
you
can
trust
me
as
Owen
does
.
And
you
know
you
mustn
’
t
mind
if
,
just
at
first
,
Madame
de
Chantelle
occasionally
relapses
.
”
She
spoke
eagerly
,
persuasively
,
almost
on
a
note
of
pleading
.
She
had
,
in
truth
,
so
many
reasons
for
wanting
Sophy
to
like
her
:
her
love
for
Owen
,
her
solicitude
for
Effie
,
and
her
own
sense
of
the
girl
’
s
fine
mettle
.
She
had
always
felt
a
romantic
and
almost
humble
admiration
for
those
members
of
her
sex
who
,
from
force
of
will
,
or
the
constraint
of
circumstances
,
had
plunged
into
the
conflict
from
which
fate
had
so
persistently
excluded
her
.
There
were
even
moments
when
she
fancied
herself
vaguely
to
blame
for
her
immunity
,
and
felt
that
she
ought
somehow
to
have
affronted
the
perils
and
hardships
which
refused
to
come
to
her
.
And
now
,
as
she
sat
looking
at
Sophy
Viner
,
so
small
,
so
slight
,
so
visibly
defenceless
and
undone
,
she
still
felt
,
through
all
the
superiority
of
her
worldly
advantages
and
her
seeming
maturity
,
the
same
odd
sense
of
ignorance
and
inexperience
.
She
could
not
have
said
what
there
was
in
the
girl
’
s
manner
and
expression
to
give
her
this
feeling
,
but
she
was
reminded
,
as
she
looked
at
Sophy
Viner
,
of
the
other
girls
she
had
known
in
her
youth
,
the
girls
who
seemed
possessed
of
a
secret
she
had
missed
.
Yes
,
Sophy
Viner
had
their
look
—
almost
the
obscurely
menacing
look
of
Kitty
Mayne
.
.
.
.
Anna
,
with
an
inward
smile
,
brushed
aside
the
image
of
this
forgotten
rival
.
But
she
had
felt
,
deep
down
,
a
twinge
of
the
old
pain
,
and
she
was
sorry
that
,
even
for
the
flash
of
a
thought
,
Owen
’
s
betrothed
should
have
reminded
her
of
so
different
a
woman
.
.
.
She
laid
her
hand
on
the
girl
’
s
.
“
When
his
grandmother
sees
how
happy
Owen
is
she
’
ll
be
quite
happy
herself
.
If
it
’
s
only
that
,
don
’
t
be
distressed
.
Just
trust
to
Owen
—
and
the
future
.
”
