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Darrow
,
excusing
himself
with
thanks
,
lingered
on
for
a
few
minutes
’
chat
,
in
which
every
word
,
and
every
tone
of
his
companion
’
s
voice
,
was
like
a
sharp
light
flashed
into
aching
eyes
.
He
was
glad
when
the
bell
called
the
audience
to
their
seats
,
and
young
Leath
left
him
with
the
friendly
question
:
“
We
’
ll
see
you
at
Givre
later
on
?
”
When
he
rejoined
Miss
Viner
,
Darrow
’
s
first
care
was
to
find
out
,
by
a
rapid
inspection
of
the
house
,
whether
Owen
Leath
’
s
seat
had
given
him
a
view
of
their
box
.
But
the
young
man
was
not
visible
from
it
,
and
Darrow
concluded
that
he
had
been
recognized
in
the
corridor
and
not
at
his
companion
’
s
side
.
He
scarcely
knew
why
it
seemed
to
him
so
important
that
this
point
should
be
settled
;
certainly
his
sense
of
reassurance
was
less
due
to
regard
for
Miss
Viner
than
to
the
persistent
vision
of
grave
offended
eyes
.
.
.
During
the
drive
back
to
the
hotel
this
vision
was
persistently
kept
before
him
by
the
thought
that
the
evening
post
might
have
brought
a
letter
from
Mrs
.
Leath
.
Even
if
no
letter
had
yet
come
,
his
servant
might
have
telegraphed
to
say
that
one
was
on
its
way
;
and
at
the
thought
his
interest
in
the
girl
at
his
side
again
cooled
to
the
fraternal
,
the
almost
fatherly
.
She
was
no
more
to
him
,
after
all
,
than
an
appealing
young
creature
to
whom
it
was
mildly
agreeable
to
have
offered
an
evening
’
s
diversion
;
and
when
,
as
they
rolled
into
the
illuminated
court
of
the
hotel
,
she
turned
with
a
quick
movement
which
brought
her
happy
face
close
to
his
,
he
leaned
away
,
affecting
to
be
absorbed
in
opening
the
door
of
the
cab
.
At
the
desk
the
night
porter
,
after
a
vain
search
through
the
pigeon
-
holes
,
was
disposed
to
think
that
a
letter
or
telegram
had
in
fact
been
sent
up
for
the
gentleman
;
and
Darrow
,
at
the
announcement
,
could
hardly
wait
to
ascend
to
his
room
.
Upstairs
,
he
and
his
companion
had
the
long
dimly
-
lit
corridor
to
themselves
,
and
Sophy
paused
on
her
threshold
,
gathering
up
in
one
hand
the
pale
folds
of
her
cloak
,
while
she
held
the
other
out
to
Darrow
.
“
If
the
telegram
comes
early
I
shall
be
off
by
the
first
train
;
so
I
suppose
this
is
good
-
bye
,
”
she
said
,
her
eyes
dimmed
by
a
little
shadow
of
regret
.
Darrow
,
with
a
renewed
start
of
contrition
,
perceived
that
he
had
again
forgotten
her
letter
;
and
as
their
hands
met
he
vowed
to
himself
that
the
moment
she
had
left
him
he
would
dash
down
stairs
to
post
it
.
“
Oh
,
I
’
ll
see
you
in
the
morning
,
of
course
!
”
A
tremor
of
pleasure
crossed
her
face
as
he
stood
before
her
,
smiling
a
little
uncertainly
.
“
At
any
rate
,
”
she
said
,
“
I
want
to
thank
you
now
for
my
good
day
.
”
