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They
lingered
for
some
time
over
the
fruit
and
coffee
,
and
when
they
rose
to
go
Darrow
suggested
that
,
if
she
felt
disposed
for
the
play
,
they
were
not
too
late
for
the
second
part
of
the
programme
at
one
of
the
smaller
theatres
.
His
mention
of
the
hour
recalled
Owen
to
her
thoughts
.
She
saw
his
train
rushing
southward
through
the
storm
,
and
,
in
a
corner
of
the
swaying
compartment
,
his
face
,
white
and
indistinct
as
it
had
loomed
on
her
in
the
rainy
twilight
.
It
was
horrible
to
be
thus
perpetually
paying
for
her
happiness
!
Darrow
had
called
for
a
theatrical
journal
,
and
he
presently
looked
up
from
it
to
say
:
“
I
hear
the
second
play
at
the
Athénée
is
amusing
.
”
It
was
on
Anna
’
s
lips
to
acquiesce
;
but
as
she
was
about
to
speak
she
wondered
if
it
were
not
at
the
Athénée
that
Owen
had
seen
Darrow
with
Sophy
Viner
.
She
was
not
sure
he
had
even
mentioned
the
theatre
,
but
the
mere
possibility
was
enough
to
darken
her
sky
.
It
was
hateful
to
her
to
think
of
accompanying
Darrow
to
places
where
the
girl
had
been
with
him
.
She
tried
to
reason
away
this
scruple
,
she
even
reminded
herself
with
a
bitter
irony
that
whenever
she
was
in
Darrow
’
s
arms
she
was
where
the
girl
had
been
before
her
—
but
she
could
not
shake
off
her
superstitious
dread
of
being
with
him
in
any
of
the
scenes
of
the
Parisian
episode
.
She
replied
that
she
was
too
tired
for
the
play
,
and
they
drove
back
to
her
apartment
.
At
the
foot
of
the
stairs
she
half
-
turned
to
wish
him
good
night
,
but
he
appeared
not
to
notice
her
gesture
and
followed
her
up
to
her
door
.
“
This
is
ever
so
much
better
than
the
theatre
,
”
he
said
as
they
entered
the
drawing
-
room
.
She
had
crossed
the
room
and
was
bending
over
the
hearth
to
light
the
fire
.
She
knew
he
was
approaching
her
,
and
that
in
a
moment
he
would
have
drawn
the
cloak
from
her
shoulders
and
laid
his
lips
on
her
neck
,
just
below
the
gathered
-
up
hair
.
These
privileges
were
his
and
,
however
deferently
and
tenderly
he
claimed
them
,
the
joyous
ease
of
his
manner
marked
a
difference
and
proclaimed
a
right
.
“
After
the
theatre
they
came
home
like
this
,
”
she
thought
;
and
at
the
same
instant
she
felt
his
hands
on
her
shoulders
and
shrank
back
.
“
Don
’
t
—
oh
,
don
’
t
!
”
she
cried
,
drawing
her
cloak
about
her
.
She
saw
from
his
astonished
stare
that
her
face
must
be
quivering
with
pain
.
“
Anna
!
What
on
earth
is
the
matter
?
”
