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When
she
woke
the
next
morning
she
felt
a
great
lightness
of
heart
.
She
recalled
her
last
awakening
at
Givre
,
three
days
before
,
when
it
had
seemed
as
though
all
her
life
had
gone
down
in
darkness
.
Now
Darrow
was
once
more
under
the
same
roof
with
her
,
and
once
more
his
nearness
sufficed
to
make
the
looming
horror
drop
away
.
She
could
almost
have
smiled
at
her
scruples
of
the
night
before
:
as
she
looked
back
on
them
they
seemed
to
belong
to
the
old
ignorant
timorous
time
when
she
had
feared
to
look
life
in
the
face
,
and
had
been
blind
to
the
mysteries
and
contradictions
of
the
human
heart
because
her
own
had
not
been
revealed
to
her
.
Darrow
had
said
:
“
You
were
made
to
feel
everything
”
;
and
to
feel
was
surely
better
than
to
judge
.
When
she
came
downstairs
he
was
already
in
the
oak
-
room
with
Effie
and
Madame
de
Chantelle
,
and
the
sense
of
reassurance
which
his
presence
gave
her
was
merged
in
the
relief
of
not
being
able
to
speak
of
what
was
between
them
.
But
there
it
was
,
inevitably
,
and
whenever
they
looked
at
each
other
they
saw
it
.
In
her
dread
of
giving
it
a
more
tangible
shape
she
tried
to
devise
means
of
keeping
the
little
girl
with
her
,
and
,
when
the
latter
had
been
called
away
by
the
nurse
,
found
an
excuse
for
following
Madame
de
Chantelle
upstairs
to
the
purple
sitting
-
room
.
But
a
confidential
talk
with
Madame
de
Chantelle
implied
the
detailed
discussion
of
plans
of
which
Anna
could
hardly
yet
bear
to
consider
the
vaguest
outline
:
the
date
of
her
marriage
,
the
relative
advantages
of
sailing
from
London
or
Lisbon
,
the
possibility
of
hiring
a
habitable
house
at
their
new
post
;
and
,
when
these
problems
were
exhausted
,
the
application
of
the
same
method
to
the
subject
of
Owen
’
s
future
.
His
grandmother
,
having
no
suspicion
of
the
real
reason
of
Sophy
Viner
’
s
departure
,
had
thought
it
“
extremely
suitable
”
of
the
young
girl
to
withdraw
to
the
shelter
of
her
old
friends
’
roof
in
the
hour
of
bridal
preparation
.
This
maidenly
retreat
had
in
fact
impressed
Madame
de
Chantelle
so
favourably
that
she
was
disposed
for
the
first
time
to
talk
over
Owen
’
s
projects
;
and
as
every
human
event
translated
itself
for
her
into
terms
of
social
and
domestic
detail
,
Anna
had
perforce
to
travel
the
same
round
again
.
She
felt
a
momentary
relief
when
Darrow
presently
joined
them
;
but
his
coming
served
only
to
draw
the
conversation
back
to
the
question
of
their
own
future
,
and
Anna
felt
a
new
pang
as
she
heard
him
calmly
and
lucidly
discussing
it
.
Did
such
self
-
possession
imply
indifference
or
insincerity
?
In
that
problem
her
mind
perpetually
revolved
;
and
she
dreaded
the
one
answer
as
much
as
the
other
.
She
was
resolved
to
keep
on
her
course
as
though
nothing
had
happened
:
to
marry
Darrow
and
never
let
the
consciousness
of
the
past
intrude
itself
between
them
;
but
she
was
beginning
to
feel
that
the
only
way
of
attaining
to
this
state
of
detachment
from
the
irreparable
was
once
for
all
to
turn
back
with
him
to
its
contemplation
.
As
soon
as
this
desire
had
germinated
it
became
so
strong
in
her
that
she
regretted
having
promised
Effie
to
take
her
out
for
the
afternoon
.
But
she
could
think
of
no
pretext
for
disappointing
the
little
girl
,
and
soon
after
luncheon
the
three
set
forth
in
the
motor
to
show
Darrow
a
chateau
famous
in
the
annals
of
the
region
.
During
their
excursion
Anna
found
it
impossible
to
guess
from
his
demeanour
if
Effie
’
s
presence
between
them
was
as
much
of
a
strain
to
his
composure
as
to
hers
.
He
remained
imperturbably
good
-
humoured
and
appreciative
while
they
went
the
round
of
the
monument
,
and
she
remarked
only
that
when
he
thought
himself
unnoticed
his
face
grew
grave
and
his
answers
came
less
promptly
.
On
the
way
back
,
two
or
three
miles
from
Givre
,
she
suddenly
proposed
that
they
should
walk
home
through
the
forest
which
skirted
that
side
of
the
park
.
Darrow
acquiesced
,
and
they
got
out
and
sent
Effie
on
in
the
motor
.
Their
way
led
through
a
bit
of
sober
French
woodland
,
flat
as
a
faded
tapestry
,
but
with
gleams
of
live
emerald
lingering
here
and
there
among
its
browns
and
ochres
.
The
luminous
grey
air
gave
vividness
to
its
dying
colours
,
and
veiled
the
distant
glimpses
of
the
landscape
in
soft
uncertainty
.
In
such
a
solitude
Anna
had
fancied
it
would
be
easier
to
speak
;
but
as
she
walked
beside
Darrow
over
the
deep
soundless
flooring
of
brown
moss
the
words
on
her
lips
took
flight
again
.
It
seemed
impossible
to
break
the
spell
of
quiet
joy
which
his
presence
laid
on
her
,
and
when
he
began
to
talk
of
the
place
they
had
just
visited
she
answered
his
questions
and
then
waited
for
what
he
should
say
next
.
.
.
.
No
,
decidedly
she
could
not
speak
;
she
no
longer
even
knew
what
she
had
meant
to
say
.
.
.
The
same
experience
repeated
itself
several
times
that
day
and
the
next
.
When
she
and
Darrow
were
apart
she
exhausted
herself
in
appeal
and
interrogation
,
she
formulated
with
a
fervent
lucidity
every
point
in
her
imaginary
argument
.
But
as
soon
as
she
was
alone
with
him
something
deeper
than
reason
and
subtler
than
shyness
laid
its
benumbing
touch
upon
her
,
and
the
desire
to
speak
became
merely
a
dim
disquietude
,
through
which
his
looks
,
his
words
,
his
touch
,
reached
her
as
through
a
mist
of
bodily
pain
.
Yet
this
inertia
was
torn
by
wild
flashes
of
resistance
,
and
when
they
were
apart
she
began
to
prepare
again
what
she
meant
to
say
to
him
.
She
knew
he
could
not
be
with
her
without
being
aware
of
this
inner
turmoil
,
and
she
hoped
he
would
break
the
spell
by
some
releasing
word
.
But
she
presently
understood
that
he
recognized
the
futility
of
words
,
and
was
resolutely
bent
on
holding
her
to
her
own
purpose
of
behaving
as
if
nothing
had
happened
.
Once
more
she
inwardly
accused
him
of
insensibility
,
and
her
imagination
was
beset
by
tormenting
visions
of
his
past
.
.
.
.
Had
such
things
happened
to
him
before
?
If
the
episode
had
been
an
isolated
accident
—
“
a
moment
of
folly
and
madness
”
,
as
he
had
called
it
—
she
could
understand
,
or
at
least
begin
to
understand
(
for
at
a
certain
point
her
imagination
always
turned
back
)
;
but
if
it
were
a
mere
link
in
a
chain
of
similar
experiments
,
the
thought
of
it
dishonoured
her
whole
past
.
.
.
