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“
She
’
s
told
me
nothing
except
that
she
wishes
to
be
with
her
friends
.
It
’
s
quite
natural
that
she
should
want
to
go
to
them
.
”
Owen
visibly
controlled
himself
.
“
Of
course
—
quite
natural
.
”
He
spoke
to
Sophy
.
“
But
why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
so
?
Why
did
you
come
first
to
my
step
-
mother
?
”
Anna
intervened
with
her
calm
smile
.
“
That
seems
to
me
quite
natural
,
too
.
Sophy
was
considerate
enough
to
tell
me
first
because
of
Effie
.
”
He
weighed
it
.
“
Very
well
,
then
:
that
’
s
quite
natural
,
as
you
say
.
And
of
course
she
must
do
exactly
as
she
pleases
.
”
He
still
kept
his
eyes
on
the
girl
.
“
Tomorrow
,
”
he
abruptly
announced
,
“
I
shall
go
up
to
Paris
to
see
you
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
—
no
!
”
she
protested
.
Owen
turned
back
to
Anna
.
“
Now
do
you
say
that
nothing
’
s
happened
?
”
Under
the
influence
of
his
agitation
Anna
felt
a
vague
tightening
of
the
heart
.
She
seemed
to
herself
like
some
one
in
a
dark
room
about
whom
unseen
presences
are
groping
.
“
If
it
’
s
anything
that
Sophy
wishes
to
tell
you
,
no
doubt
she
’
ll
do
so
.
I
’
m
going
down
now
,
and
I
’
ll
leave
you
here
to
talk
it
over
by
yourselves
.
”
As
she
moved
to
the
door
the
girl
caught
up
with
her
.
“
But
there
’
s
nothing
to
tell
:
why
should
there
be
?
I
’
ve
explained
that
I
simply
want
to
be
quiet
.
”
Her
look
seemed
to
detain
Mrs
.
Leath
.
Owen
broke
in
:
“
Is
that
why
I
mayn
’
t
go
up
tomorrow
?
”
