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The
solitude
of
her
inner
life
had
given
her
the
habit
of
these
hours
of
self
-
examination
,
and
she
needed
them
as
she
needed
her
morning
plunge
into
cold
water
.
During
the
journey
she
tried
to
review
what
had
happened
in
the
light
of
her
new
decision
and
of
her
sudden
relief
from
pain
.
She
seemed
to
herself
to
have
passed
through
some
fiery
initiation
from
which
she
had
emerged
seared
and
quivering
,
but
clutching
to
her
breast
a
magic
talisman
.
Sophy
Viner
had
cried
out
to
her
:
“
Some
day
you
’
ll
know
!
”
and
Darrow
had
used
the
same
words
.
They
meant
,
she
supposed
,
that
when
she
had
explored
the
intricacies
and
darknesses
of
her
own
heart
her
judgment
of
others
would
be
less
absolute
.
Well
,
she
knew
now
—
knew
weaknesses
and
strengths
she
had
not
dreamed
of
,
and
the
deep
discord
and
still
deeper
complicities
between
what
thought
in
her
and
what
blindly
wanted
.
.
.
Her
mind
turned
anxiously
to
Owen
.
At
least
the
blow
that
was
to
fall
on
him
would
not
seem
to
have
been
inflicted
by
her
hand
.
He
would
be
left
with
the
impression
that
his
breach
with
Sophy
Viner
was
due
to
one
of
the
ordinary
causes
of
such
disruptions
:
though
he
must
lose
her
,
his
memory
of
her
would
not
be
poisoned
.
Anna
never
for
a
moment
permitted
herself
the
delusion
that
she
had
renewed
her
promise
to
Darrow
in
order
to
spare
her
step
-
son
this
last
refinement
of
misery
.
She
knew
she
had
been
prompted
by
the
irresistible
impulse
to
hold
fast
to
what
was
most
precious
to
her
,
and
that
Owen
’
s
arrival
on
the
scene
had
been
the
pretext
for
her
decision
,
and
not
its
cause
;
yet
she
felt
herself
fortified
by
the
thought
of
what
she
had
spared
him
.
It
was
as
though
a
star
she
had
been
used
to
follow
had
shed
its
familiar
ray
on
ways
unknown
to
her
.
All
through
these
meditations
ran
the
undercurrent
of
an
absolute
trust
in
Sophy
Viner
.
She
thought
of
the
girl
with
a
mingling
of
antipathy
and
confidence
.
It
was
humiliating
to
her
pride
to
recognize
kindred
impulses
in
a
character
which
she
would
have
liked
to
feel
completely
alien
to
her
.
But
what
indeed
was
the
girl
really
like
?
She
seemed
to
have
no
scruples
and
a
thousand
delicacies
.
She
had
given
herself
to
Darrow
,
and
concealed
the
episode
from
Owen
Leath
,
with
no
more
apparent
sense
of
debasement
than
the
vulgarest
of
adventuresses
;
yet
she
had
instantly
obeyed
the
voice
of
her
heart
when
it
bade
her
part
from
the
one
and
serve
the
other
.
Anna
tried
to
picture
what
the
girl
’
s
life
must
have
been
:
what
experiences
,
what
initiations
,
had
formed
her
.
But
her
own
training
had
been
too
different
:
there
were
veils
she
could
not
lift
.
She
looked
back
at
her
married
life
,
and
its
colourless
uniformity
took
on
an
air
of
high
restraint
and
order
.
Was
it
because
she
had
been
so
incurious
that
it
had
worn
that
look
to
her
?
It
struck
her
with
amazement
that
she
had
never
given
a
thought
to
her
husband
’
s
past
,
or
wondered
what
he
did
and
where
he
went
when
he
was
away
from
her
.
If
she
had
been
asked
what
she
supposed
he
thought
about
when
they
were
apart
,
she
would
instantly
have
answered
:
his
snuff
-
boxes
.
It
had
never
occurred
to
her
that
he
might
have
passions
,
interests
,
preoccupations
of
which
she
was
absolutely
ignorant
.
Yet
he
went
up
to
Paris
rather
regularly
:
ostensibly
to
attend
sales
and
exhibitions
,
or
to
confer
with
dealers
and
collectors
.
She
tried
to
picture
him
,
straight
,
trim
,
beautifully
brushed
and
varnished
,
walking
furtively
down
a
quiet
street
,
and
looking
about
him
before
he
slipped
into
a
doorway
.
She
understood
now
that
she
had
been
cold
to
him
:
what
more
likely
than
that
he
had
sought
compensations
?
All
men
were
like
that
,
she
supposed
—
no
doubt
her
simplicity
had
amused
him
.
In
the
act
of
transposing
Fraser
Leath
into
a
Don
Juan
she
was
pulled
up
by
the
ironic
perception
that
she
was
simply
trying
to
justify
Darrow
.
She
wanted
to
think
that
all
men
were
“
like
that
”
because
Darrow
was
“
like
that
”
:
she
wanted
to
justify
her
acceptance
of
the
fact
by
persuading
herself
that
only
through
such
concessions
could
women
like
herself
hope
to
keep
what
they
could
not
give
up
.
And
suddenly
she
was
filled
with
anger
at
her
blindness
,
and
then
at
her
disastrous
attempt
to
see
.
Why
had
she
forced
the
truth
out
of
Darrow
?
If
only
she
had
held
her
tongue
nothing
need
ever
have
been
known
.
Sophy
Viner
would
have
broken
her
engagement
,
Owen
would
have
been
sent
around
the
world
,
and
her
own
dream
would
have
been
unshattered
.
But
she
had
probed
,
insisted
,
cross
-
examined
,
not
rested
till
she
had
dragged
the
secret
to
the
light
.
She
was
one
of
the
luckless
women
who
always
have
the
wrong
audacities
,
and
who
always
know
it
.
.
.
Was
it
she
,
Anna
Leath
,
who
was
picturing
herself
to
herself
in
that
way
?
She
recoiled
from
her
thoughts
as
if
with
a
sense
of
demoniac
possession
,
and
there
flashed
through
her
the
longing
to
return
to
her
old
state
of
fearless
ignorance
.
If
at
that
moment
she
could
have
kept
Darrow
from
following
her
to
Givre
she
would
have
done
so
.
.
.
But
he
came
;
and
with
the
sight
of
him
the
turmoil
fell
and
she
felt
herself
reassured
,
rehabilitated
.
He
arrived
toward
dusk
,
and
she
motored
to
Francheuil
to
meet
him
.
She
wanted
to
see
him
as
soon
as
possible
,
for
she
had
divined
,
through
the
new
insight
that
was
in
her
,
that
only
his
presence
could
restore
her
to
a
normal
view
of
things
.
In
the
motor
,
as
they
left
the
town
and
turned
into
the
high
-
road
,
he
lifted
her
hand
and
kissed
it
,
and
she
leaned
against
him
,
and
felt
the
currents
flow
between
them
.
She
was
grateful
to
him
for
not
saying
anything
,
and
for
not
expecting
her
to
speak
.
She
said
to
herself
:
“
He
never
makes
a
mistake
—
he
always
knows
what
to
do
”
;
and
then
she
thought
with
a
start
that
it
was
doubtless
because
he
had
so
often
been
in
such
situations
.
The
idea
that
his
tact
was
a
kind
of
professional
expertness
filled
her
with
repugnance
,
and
insensibly
she
drew
away
from
him
.
He
made
no
motion
to
bring
her
nearer
,
and
she
instantly
thought
that
that
was
calculated
too
.
She
sat
beside
him
in
frozen
misery
,
wondering
whether
,
henceforth
,
she
would
measure
in
this
way
his
every
look
and
gesture
.
Neither
of
them
spoke
again
till
the
motor
turned
under
the
dark
arch
of
the
avenue
,
and
they
saw
the
lights
of
Givre
twinkling
at
its
end
.
