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Darrow
uttered
a
protesting
exclamation
.
“
It
’
s
all
too
preposterous
—
what
you
suggest
!
I
can
’
t
,
at
any
rate
,
appeal
to
her
on
such
a
ground
as
that
!
”
Anna
laid
her
hand
on
his
arm
.
“
Appeal
to
her
on
the
ground
that
I
’
m
almost
Owen
’
s
mother
,
and
that
any
estrangement
between
you
and
him
would
kill
me
.
She
knows
what
he
is
—
she
’
ll
understand
Tell
her
to
say
anything
,
do
anything
,
she
wishes
;
but
not
to
go
away
without
speaking
,
not
to
leave
that
between
us
when
she
goes
!
”
She
drew
back
a
step
and
lifted
her
face
to
his
,
trying
to
look
into
his
eyes
more
deeply
than
she
had
ever
looked
;
but
before
she
could
discern
what
they
expressed
he
had
taken
hold
of
her
hands
and
bent
his
head
to
kiss
them
.
“
You
’
ll
see
her
?
You
’
ll
see
her
?
”
she
entreated
;
and
he
answered
:
“
I
’
ll
do
anything
in
the
world
you
want
me
to
.
”
Darrow
waited
alone
in
the
sitting
-
room
.
No
place
could
have
been
more
distasteful
as
the
scene
of
the
talk
that
lay
before
him
;
but
he
had
acceded
to
Anna
’
s
suggestion
that
it
would
seem
more
natural
for
her
to
summon
Sophy
Viner
than
for
him
to
go
in
search
of
her
.
As
his
troubled
pacings
carried
him
back
and
forth
a
relentless
hand
seemed
to
be
tearing
away
all
the
tender
fibres
of
association
that
bound
him
to
the
peaceful
room
.
Here
,
in
this
very
place
,
he
had
drunk
his
deepest
draughts
of
happiness
,
had
had
his
lips
at
the
fountain
-
head
of
its
overflowing
rivers
;
but
now
that
source
was
poisoned
and
he
would
taste
no
more
of
an
untainted
cup
.
For
a
moment
he
felt
an
actual
physical
anguish
;
then
his
nerves
hardened
for
the
coming
struggle
.
He
had
no
notion
of
what
awaited
him
;
but
after
the
first
instinctive
recoil
he
had
seen
in
a
flash
the
urgent
need
of
another
word
with
Sophy
Viner
.
He
had
been
insincere
in
letting
Anna
think
that
he
had
consented
to
speak
because
she
asked
it
.
In
reality
he
had
been
feverishly
casting
about
for
the
pretext
she
had
given
him
;
and
for
some
reason
this
trivial
hypocrisy
weighed
on
him
more
than
all
his
heavy
burden
of
deceit
.
At
length
he
heard
a
step
behind
him
and
Sophy
Viner
entered
.
When
she
saw
him
she
paused
on
the
threshold
and
half
drew
back
.
“
I
was
told
that
Mrs
.
Leath
had
sent
for
me
.
”
