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Then
Darrow
laid
his
hand
on
hers
and
said
:
“
I
know
,
dear
—
”
and
the
hardness
in
her
melted
.
“
He
’
s
suffering
as
I
am
,
”
she
thought
;
and
for
a
moment
the
baleful
fact
between
them
seemed
to
draw
them
closer
instead
of
walling
them
up
in
their
separate
wretchedness
.
It
was
wonderful
to
be
once
more
re
-
entering
the
doors
of
Givre
with
him
,
and
as
the
old
house
received
them
into
its
mellow
silence
she
had
again
the
sense
of
passing
out
of
a
dreadful
dream
into
the
reassurance
of
kindly
and
familiar
things
.
It
did
not
seem
possible
that
these
quiet
rooms
,
so
full
of
the
slowly
-
distilled
accumulations
of
a
fastidious
taste
,
should
have
been
the
scene
of
tragic
dissensions
.
The
memory
of
them
seemed
to
be
shut
out
into
the
night
with
the
closing
and
barring
of
its
doors
.
At
the
tea
-
table
in
the
oak
-
room
they
found
Madame
de
Chantelle
and
Effie
.
The
little
girl
,
catching
sight
of
Darrow
,
raced
down
the
drawing
-
rooms
to
meet
him
,
and
returned
in
triumph
on
his
shoulder
.
Anna
looked
at
them
with
a
smile
.
Effie
,
for
all
her
graces
,
was
chary
of
such
favours
,
and
her
mother
knew
that
in
according
them
to
Darrow
she
had
admitted
him
to
the
circle
where
Owen
had
hitherto
ruled
.
Over
the
tea
-
table
Darrow
gave
Madame
de
Chantelle
the
explanation
of
his
sudden
return
from
England
.
On
reaching
London
,
he
told
her
,
he
had
found
that
the
secretary
he
was
to
have
replaced
was
detained
there
by
the
illness
of
his
wife
.
The
Ambassador
,
knowing
Darrow
’
s
urgent
reasons
for
wishing
to
be
in
France
,
had
immediately
proposed
his
going
back
,
and
awaiting
at
Givre
the
summons
to
relieve
his
colleague
;
and
he
had
jumped
into
the
first
train
,
without
even
waiting
to
telegraph
the
news
of
his
release
.
He
spoke
naturally
,
easily
,
in
his
usual
quiet
voice
,
taking
his
tea
from
Effie
,
helping
himself
to
the
toast
she
handed
,
and
stooping
now
and
then
to
stroke
the
dozing
terrier
.
And
suddenly
,
as
Anna
listened
to
his
explanation
,
she
asked
herself
if
it
were
true
.
The
question
,
of
course
,
was
absurd
.
There
was
no
possible
reason
why
he
should
invent
a
false
account
of
his
return
,
and
every
probability
that
the
version
he
gave
was
the
real
one
.
But
he
had
looked
and
spoken
in
the
same
way
when
he
had
answered
her
probing
questions
about
Sophy
Viner
,
and
she
reflected
with
a
chill
of
fear
that
she
would
never
again
know
if
he
were
speaking
the
truth
or
not
.
She
was
sure
he
loved
her
,
and
she
did
not
fear
his
insincerity
as
much
as
her
own
distrust
of
him
.
For
a
moment
it
seemed
to
her
that
this
must
corrupt
the
very
source
of
love
;
then
she
said
to
herself
:
“
By
and
bye
,
when
I
am
altogether
his
,
we
shall
be
so
near
each
other
that
there
will
be
no
room
for
any
doubts
between
us
.
”
But
the
doubts
were
there
now
,
one
moment
lulled
to
quiescence
,
the
next
more
torturingly
alert
.
When
the
nurse
appeared
to
summon
Effie
,
the
little
girl
,
after
kissing
her
grandmother
,
entrenched
herself
on
Darrow
’
s
knee
with
the
imperious
demand
to
be
carried
up
to
bed
;
and
Anna
,
while
she
laughingly
protested
,
said
to
herself
with
a
pang
:
“
Can
I
give
her
a
father
about
whom
I
think
such
things
?
”
The
thought
of
Effie
,
and
of
what
she
owed
to
Effie
,
had
been
the
fundamental
reason
for
her
delays
and
hesitations
when
she
and
Darrow
had
come
together
again
in
England
.
Her
own
feeling
was
so
clear
that
but
for
that
scruple
she
would
have
put
her
hand
in
his
at
once
.
But
till
she
had
seen
him
again
she
had
never
considered
the
possibility
of
re
-
marriage
,
and
when
it
suddenly
confronted
her
it
seemed
,
for
the
moment
,
to
disorganize
the
life
she
had
planned
for
herself
and
her
child
.
She
had
not
spoken
of
this
to
Darrow
because
it
appeared
to
her
a
subject
to
be
debated
within
her
own
conscience
.
The
question
,
then
,
was
not
as
to
his
fitness
to
become
the
guide
and
guardian
of
her
child
;
nor
did
she
fear
that
her
love
for
him
would
deprive
Effie
of
the
least
fraction
of
her
tenderness
,
since
she
did
not
think
of
love
as
something
measured
and
exhaustible
but
as
a
treasure
perpetually
renewed
.
What
she
questioned
was
her
right
to
introduce
into
her
life
any
interests
and
duties
which
might
rob
Effie
of
a
part
of
her
time
,
or
lessen
the
closeness
of
their
daily
intercourse
.
She
had
decided
this
question
as
it
was
inevitable
that
she
should
;
but
now
another
was
before
her
Assuredly
,
at
her
age
,
there
was
no
possible
reason
why
she
should
cloister
herself
to
bring
up
her
daughter
;
but
there
was
every
reason
for
not
marrying
a
man
in
whom
her
own
faith
was
not
complete
.
.
.
