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Presently
she
perceived
that
it
was
growing
dark
,
and
getting
up
stiffly
she
began
to
undo
the
things
in
her
bag
and
spread
them
on
the
dressing
-
table
.
She
shrank
from
lighting
the
lights
,
and
groped
her
way
about
,
trying
to
find
what
she
needed
.
She
seemed
immeasurably
far
off
from
every
one
,
and
most
of
all
from
herself
.
It
was
as
if
her
consciousness
had
been
transmitted
to
some
stranger
whose
thoughts
and
gestures
were
indifferent
to
her
.
.
.
Suddenly
she
heard
a
shrill
tinkle
,
and
with
a
beating
heart
she
stood
still
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
It
was
the
telephone
in
her
dressing
-
room
—
a
call
,
no
doubt
,
from
Adelaide
Painter
.
Or
could
Owen
have
learned
she
was
in
town
?
The
thought
alarmed
her
and
she
opened
the
door
and
stumbled
across
the
unlit
room
to
the
instrument
.
She
held
it
to
her
ear
,
and
heard
Darrow
’
s
voice
pronounce
her
name
.
“
Will
you
let
me
see
you
?
I
’
ve
come
back
—
I
had
to
come
.
Miss
Painter
told
me
you
were
here
.
”
She
began
to
tremble
,
and
feared
that
he
would
guess
it
from
her
voice
.
She
did
not
know
what
she
answered
:
she
heard
him
say
:
“
I
can
’
t
hear
.
”
She
called
“
Yes
!
”
and
laid
the
telephone
down
,
and
caught
it
up
again
—
but
he
was
gone
.
She
wondered
if
her
“
Yes
”
had
reached
him
.
She
sat
in
her
chair
and
listened
.
Why
had
she
said
that
she
would
see
him
?
What
did
she
mean
to
say
to
him
when
he
came
?
Now
and
then
,
as
she
sat
there
,
the
sense
of
his
presence
enveloped
her
as
in
her
dream
,
and
she
shut
her
eyes
and
felt
his
arms
about
her
.
Then
she
woke
to
reality
and
shivered
.
A
long
time
elapsed
,
and
at
length
she
said
to
herself
:
“
He
isn
’
t
coming
.
”
The
door
-
bell
rang
as
she
said
it
,
and
she
stood
up
,
cold
and
trembling
.
She
thought
:
“
Can
he
imagine
there
’
s
any
use
in
coming
?
”
and
moved
forward
to
bid
the
servant
say
she
could
not
see
him
.
The
door
opened
and
she
saw
him
standing
in
the
drawing
-
room
.
The
room
was
cold
and
fireless
,
and
a
hard
glare
fell
from
the
wall
-
lights
on
the
shrouded
furniture
and
the
white
slips
covering
the
curtains
.
He
looked
pale
and
stern
,
with
a
frown
of
fatigue
between
his
eyes
;
and
she
remembered
that
in
three
days
he
had
travelled
from
Givre
to
London
and
back
.
It
seemed
incredible
that
all
that
had
befallen
her
should
have
been
compressed
within
the
space
of
three
days
!
“
Thank
you
,
”
he
said
as
she
came
in
.
She
answered
:
“
It
’
s
better
,
I
suppose
—
—
”
