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She
was
still
sitting
beside
the
untouched
tea
-
table
when
she
heard
Darrow
’
s
voice
in
the
hall
.
She
started
up
,
saying
to
herself
:
“
I
must
tell
him
that
Owen
knows
.
.
.
”
but
when
the
door
opened
and
she
saw
his
face
,
still
lit
by
the
same
smile
of
boyish
triumph
,
she
felt
anew
the
uselessness
of
speaking
.
.
.
.
Had
he
ever
supposed
that
Owen
would
not
know
?
Probably
,
from
the
height
of
his
greater
experience
,
he
had
seen
long
since
that
all
that
happened
was
inevitable
;
and
the
thought
of
it
,
at
any
rate
,
was
clearly
not
weighing
on
him
now
.
He
was
already
dressed
for
the
evening
,
and
as
he
came
toward
her
he
said
:
“
The
Ambassador
’
s
booked
for
an
official
dinner
and
I
’
m
free
after
all
.
Where
shall
we
dine
?
”
Anna
had
pictured
herself
sitting
alone
all
the
evening
with
her
wretched
thoughts
,
and
the
fact
of
having
to
put
them
out
of
her
mind
for
the
next
few
hours
gave
her
an
immediate
sensation
of
relief
.
Already
her
pulses
were
dancing
to
the
tune
of
Darrow
’
s
,
and
as
they
smiled
at
each
other
she
thought
:
“
Nothing
can
ever
change
the
fact
that
I
belong
to
him
.
”
“
Where
shall
we
dine
?
”
he
repeated
gaily
,
and
she
named
a
well
-
known
restaurant
for
which
she
had
once
heard
him
express
a
preference
.
But
as
she
did
so
she
fancied
she
saw
a
shadow
on
his
face
,
and
instantly
she
said
to
herself
:
“
It
was
there
he
went
with
her
!
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
not
there
,
after
all
!
”
she
interrupted
herself
;
and
now
she
was
sure
his
colour
deepened
.
“
Where
shall
it
be
,
then
?
”
She
noticed
that
he
did
not
ask
the
reason
of
her
change
,
and
this
convinced
her
that
she
had
guessed
the
truth
,
and
that
he
knew
she
had
guessed
it
.
“
He
will
always
know
what
I
am
thinking
,
and
he
will
never
dare
to
ask
me
,
”
she
thought
;
and
she
saw
between
them
the
same
insurmountable
wall
of
silence
as
between
herself
and
Owen
,
a
wall
of
glass
through
which
they
could
watch
each
other
’
s
faintest
motions
but
which
no
sound
could
ever
traverse
.
.
.
They
drove
to
a
restaurant
on
the
Boulevard
,
and
there
,
in
their
intimate
corner
of
the
serried
scene
,
the
sense
of
what
was
unspoken
between
them
gradually
ceased
to
oppress
her
.
He
looked
so
light
-
hearted
and
handsome
,
so
ingenuously
proud
of
her
,
so
openly
happy
at
being
with
her
,
that
no
other
fact
could
seem
real
in
his
presence
.
He
had
learned
that
the
Ambassador
was
to
spend
two
days
in
Paris
,
and
he
had
reason
to
hope
that
in
consequence
his
own
departure
for
London
would
be
deferred
.
He
was
exhilarated
by
the
prospect
of
being
with
Anna
for
a
few
hours
longer
,
and
she
did
not
ask
herself
if
his
exhilaration
were
a
sign
of
insensibility
,
for
she
was
too
conscious
of
his
power
of
swaying
her
moods
not
to
be
secretly
proud
of
affecting
his
.
