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“
You
can
go
straight
back
to
Givre
—
now
,
at
once
!
So
that
Owen
shall
never
know
you
’
ve
followed
him
.
”
Sophy
’
s
clasped
hands
reached
out
urgently
.
“
And
you
can
send
for
Mr
.
Darrow
—
bring
him
back
.
Owen
must
be
convinced
that
he
’
s
mistaken
,
and
nothing
else
will
convince
him
.
Afterward
I
’
ll
find
a
pretext
—
oh
,
I
promise
you
!
But
first
he
must
see
for
himself
that
nothing
’
s
changed
for
you
.
”
Anna
stood
motionless
,
subdued
and
dominated
.
The
girl
’
s
ardour
swept
her
like
a
wind
.
“
Oh
,
can
’
t
I
move
you
?
Some
day
you
’
ll
know
!
”
Sophy
pleaded
,
her
eyes
full
of
tears
.
Anna
saw
them
,
and
felt
a
fullness
in
her
throat
.
Again
the
band
about
her
heart
seemed
loosened
.
She
wanted
to
find
a
word
,
but
could
not
:
all
within
her
was
too
dark
and
violent
.
She
gave
the
girl
a
speechless
look
“
I
do
believe
you
,
”
she
said
suddenly
;
then
she
turned
and
walked
out
of
the
room
.
She
drove
from
Miss
Painter
’
s
to
her
own
apartment
.
The
maid
-
servant
who
had
it
in
charge
had
been
apprised
of
her
coming
,
and
had
opened
one
or
two
of
the
rooms
,
and
prepared
a
fire
in
her
bedroom
.
Anna
shut
herself
in
,
refusing
the
woman
’
s
ministrations
.
She
felt
cold
and
faint
,
and
after
she
had
taken
off
her
hat
and
cloak
she
knelt
down
by
the
fire
and
stretched
her
hands
to
it
.
In
one
respect
,
at
least
,
it
was
clear
to
her
that
she
would
do
well
to
follow
Sophy
Viner
’
s
counsel
.
It
had
been
an
act
of
folly
to
follow
Owen
,
and
her
first
business
was
to
get
back
to
Givre
before
him
.
But
the
only
train
leaving
that
evening
was
a
slow
one
,
which
did
not
reach
Francheuil
till
midnight
,
and
she
knew
that
her
taking
it
would
excite
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
wonder
and
lead
to
interminable
talk
.
She
had
come
up
to
Paris
on
the
pretext
of
finding
a
new
governess
for
Effie
,
and
the
natural
thing
was
to
defer
her
return
till
the
next
morning
.
She
knew
Owen
well
enough
to
be
sure
that
he
would
make
another
attempt
to
see
Miss
Viner
,
and
failing
that
,
would
write
again
and
await
her
answer
:
so
that
there
was
no
likelihood
of
his
reaching
Givre
till
the
following
evening
.
Her
sense
of
relief
at
not
having
to
start
out
at
once
showed
her
for
the
first
time
how
tired
she
was
.
The
bonne
had
suggested
a
cup
of
tea
,
but
the
dread
of
having
any
one
about
her
had
made
Anna
refuse
,
and
she
had
eaten
nothing
since
morning
but
a
sandwich
bought
at
a
buffet
.
She
was
too
tired
to
get
up
,
but
stretching
out
her
arm
she
drew
toward
her
the
arm
-
chair
which
stood
beside
the
hearth
and
rested
her
head
against
its
cushions
.
Gradually
the
warmth
of
the
fire
stole
into
her
veins
and
her
heaviness
of
soul
was
replaced
by
a
dreamy
buoyancy
.
She
seemed
to
be
seated
on
the
hearth
in
her
sitting
-
room
at
Givre
,
and
Darrow
was
beside
her
,
in
the
chair
against
which
she
leaned
.
He
put
his
arms
about
her
shoulders
and
drawing
her
head
back
looked
into
her
eyes
.
“
Of
all
the
ways
you
do
your
hair
,
that
’
s
the
way
I
like
best
,
”
he
said
.
.
.
A
log
dropped
,
and
she
sat
up
with
a
start
.
There
was
a
warmth
in
her
heart
,
and
she
was
smiling
.
Then
she
looked
about
her
,
and
saw
where
she
was
,
and
the
glory
fell
.
She
hid
her
face
and
sobbed
.
