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When
she
went
up
to
dress
for
dinner
she
said
to
herself
:
“
I
’
ll
have
my
last
evening
with
him
,
and
then
,
before
we
say
good
night
,
I
’
ll
tell
him
.
”
This
postponement
did
not
seem
unjustified
.
Darrow
had
shown
her
how
he
dreaded
vain
words
,
how
resolved
he
was
to
avoid
all
fruitless
discussion
He
must
have
been
intensely
aware
of
what
had
been
going
on
in
her
mind
since
his
return
,
yet
when
she
had
attempted
to
reveal
it
to
him
he
had
turned
from
the
revelation
.
She
was
therefore
merely
following
the
line
he
had
traced
in
behaving
,
till
the
final
moment
came
,
as
though
there
were
nothing
more
to
say
.
.
.
That
moment
seemed
at
last
to
be
at
hand
when
,
at
her
usual
hour
after
dinner
,
Madame
de
Chantelle
rose
to
go
upstairs
.
She
lingered
a
little
to
bid
good
-
bye
to
Darrow
,
whom
she
was
not
likely
to
see
in
the
morning
;
and
her
affable
allusions
to
his
prompt
return
sounded
in
Anna
’
s
ear
like
the
note
of
destiny
.
A
cold
rain
had
fallen
all
day
,
and
for
greater
warmth
and
intimacy
they
had
gone
after
dinner
to
the
oak
-
room
,
shutting
out
the
chilly
vista
of
the
farther
drawing
-
rooms
.
The
autumn
wind
,
coming
up
from
the
river
,
cried
about
the
house
with
a
voice
of
loss
and
separation
;
and
Anna
and
Darrow
sat
silent
,
as
if
they
feared
to
break
the
hush
that
shut
them
in
.
The
solitude
,
the
fire
-
light
,
the
harmony
of
soft
hangings
and
old
dim
pictures
,
wove
about
them
a
spell
of
security
through
which
Anna
felt
,
far
down
in
her
heart
,
the
muffled
beat
of
an
inextinguishable
bliss
.
How
could
she
have
thought
that
this
last
moment
would
be
the
moment
to
speak
to
him
,
when
it
seemed
to
have
gathered
up
into
its
flight
all
the
scattered
splendours
of
her
dream
?
Darrow
continued
to
stand
by
the
door
after
it
had
closed
.
Anna
felt
that
he
was
looking
at
her
,
and
sat
still
,
disdaining
to
seek
refuge
in
any
evasive
word
or
movement
.
For
the
last
time
she
wanted
to
let
him
take
from
her
the
fulness
of
what
the
sight
of
her
could
give
.
He
crossed
over
and
sat
down
on
the
sofa
.
For
a
moment
neither
of
them
spoke
;
then
he
said
:
“
To
-
night
,
dearest
,
I
must
have
my
answer
.
”
She
straightened
herself
under
the
shock
of
his
seeming
to
take
the
very
words
from
her
lips
.
“
To
-
night
?
”
was
all
that
she
could
falter
.
“
I
must
be
off
by
the
early
train
.
There
won
’
t
be
more
than
a
moment
in
the
morning
.
”
