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The
curtness
of
retort
roused
Anna
’
s
latent
antagonism
.
“
It
is
,
”
she
said
,
in
a
hard
voice
that
startled
her
as
she
heard
it
.
Had
she
ever
spoken
so
to
any
one
before
?
She
felt
frightened
,
as
though
her
very
nature
had
changed
without
her
knowing
it
.
.
.
.
Feeling
the
girl
’
s
astonished
gaze
still
on
her
,
she
continued
:
“
The
suddenness
of
the
change
has
naturally
surprised
me
.
When
I
left
you
it
was
understood
that
you
were
to
reserve
your
decision
—
—
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
And
now
—
—
?
”
Anna
waited
for
a
reply
that
did
not
come
.
She
did
not
understand
the
girl
’
s
attitude
,
the
edge
of
irony
in
her
short
syllables
,
the
plainly
premeditated
determination
to
lay
the
burden
of
proof
on
her
interlocutor
.
Anna
felt
the
sudden
need
to
lift
their
intercourse
above
this
mean
level
of
defiance
and
distrust
.
She
looked
appealingly
at
Sophy
.
“
Isn
’
t
it
best
that
we
should
speak
quite
frankly
?
It
’
s
this
change
on
your
part
that
perplexes
me
.
You
can
hardly
be
surprised
at
that
.
It
’
s
true
,
I
asked
you
not
to
break
with
Owen
too
abruptly
—
and
I
asked
it
,
believe
me
,
as
much
for
your
sake
as
for
his
:
I
wanted
you
to
take
time
to
think
over
the
difficulty
that
seems
to
have
arisen
between
you
.
The
fact
that
you
felt
it
required
thinking
over
seemed
to
show
you
wouldn
’
t
take
the
final
step
lightly
—
wouldn
’
t
,
I
mean
,
accept
of
Owen
more
than
you
could
give
him
.
But
your
change
of
mind
obliges
me
to
ask
the
question
I
thought
you
would
have
asked
yourself
.
Is
there
any
reason
why
you
shouldn
’
t
marry
Owen
?
”
She
stopped
a
little
breathlessly
,
her
eyes
on
Sophy
Viner
’
s
burning
face
.
“
Any
reason
—
—
?
What
do
you
mean
by
a
reason
?
”
Anna
continued
to
look
at
her
gravely
.
“
Do
you
love
some
one
else
?
”
she
asked
.
Sophy
’
s
first
look
was
one
of
wonder
and
a
faint
relief
;
then
she
gave
back
the
other
’
s
scrutiny
in
a
glance
of
indescribable
reproach
.
“
Ah
,
you
might
have
waited
!
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
Waited
?
”
“
Till
I
’
d
gone
:
till
I
was
out
of
the
house
.
You
might
have
known
.
.
.
you
might
have
guessed
.
.
.
”
She
turned
her
eyes
again
on
Anna
.
“
I
only
meant
to
let
him
hope
a
little
longer
,
so
that
he
shouldn
’
t
suspect
anything
;
of
course
I
can
’
t
marry
him
,
”
she
said
.
