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“
You
don
’
t
mind
,
do
you
?
He
costs
such
a
frightful
lot
that
I
can
’
t
afford
to
send
him
off
,
”
Mrs
.
Birch
explained
,
extending
a
thickly
-
ringed
hand
to
Anna
,
and
leaving
her
in
doubt
as
to
whether
the
person
alluded
to
were
her
masseur
or
her
husband
.
Before
a
reply
was
possible
there
was
a
convulsive
stir
beneath
the
pink
expanse
,
and
something
that
resembled
another
powder
-
puff
hurled
itself
at
Anna
with
a
volley
of
sounds
like
the
popping
of
Lilliputian
champagne
corks
.
Mrs
.
Birch
,
flinging
herself
forward
,
gasped
out
:
“
If
you
’
d
just
give
him
a
caramel
.
.
.
there
,
in
that
box
on
the
dressing
-
table
.
.
.
it
’
s
the
only
earthly
thing
to
stop
him
.
.
.
”
and
when
Anna
had
proffered
this
sop
to
her
assailant
,
and
he
had
withdrawn
with
it
beneath
the
bedspread
,
his
mistress
sank
back
with
a
laugh
.
“
Isn
’
t
he
a
beauty
?
The
Prince
gave
him
to
me
down
at
Nice
the
other
day
—
but
he
’
s
perfectly
awful
,
”
she
confessed
,
beaming
intimately
on
her
visitor
.
In
the
roseate
penumbra
of
the
bed
-
curtains
she
presented
to
Anna
’
s
startled
gaze
an
odd
chromo
-
like
resemblance
to
Sophy
Viner
,
or
a
suggestion
,
rather
,
of
what
Sophy
Viner
might
,
with
the
years
and
in
spite
of
the
powder
-
puff
,
become
.
Larger
,
blonder
,
heavier
-
featured
,
she
yet
had
glances
and
movements
that
disturbingly
suggested
what
was
freshest
and
most
engaging
in
the
girl
;
and
as
she
stretched
her
bare
plump
arm
across
the
bed
she
seemed
to
be
pulling
back
the
veil
from
dingy
distances
of
family
history
.
“
Do
sit
down
,
if
there
’
s
a
place
to
sit
on
,
”
she
cordially
advised
;
adding
,
as
Anna
took
the
edge
of
a
chair
hung
with
miscellaneous
raiment
:
“
My
singing
takes
so
much
time
that
I
don
’
t
get
a
chance
to
walk
the
fat
off
—
that
’
s
the
worst
of
being
an
artist
.
”
Anna
murmured
an
assent
.
“
I
hope
it
hasn
’
t
inconvenienced
you
to
see
me
;
I
told
Mr
.
Birch
—
”
“
Mr
.
who
?
”
the
recumbent
beauty
asked
;
and
then
:
“
Oh
,
Jimmy
!
”
she
faintly
laughed
,
as
if
more
for
her
own
enlightenment
than
Anna
’
s
.
The
latter
continued
eagerly
:
“
I
understand
from
Mrs
.
Farlow
that
your
sister
was
with
you
,
and
I
ventured
to
come
up
because
I
wanted
to
ask
you
when
I
should
have
a
chance
of
finding
her
.
”
Mrs
.
McTarvie
-
Birch
threw
back
her
head
with
a
long
stare
.
“
Do
you
mean
to
say
the
idiot
at
the
door
didn
’
t
tell
you
?
Sophy
went
away
last
night
.
”
“
Last
night
?
”
Anna
echoed
.
A
sudden
terror
had
possessed
her
.
Could
it
be
that
the
girl
had
tricked
them
all
and
gone
with
Owen
?
The
idea
was
incredible
,
yet
it
took
such
hold
of
her
that
she
could
hardly
steady
her
lips
to
say
:
“
The
porter
did
tell
me
,
but
I
thought
perhaps
he
was
mistaken
.
Mrs
.
Farlow
seemed
to
think
that
I
should
find
her
here
.
”
