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Darrow
,
for
his
part
,
was
content
to
wait
if
she
wished
it
.
He
remembered
that
once
,
in
America
,
when
she
was
a
girl
,
and
he
had
gone
to
stay
with
her
family
in
the
country
,
she
had
been
out
when
he
arrived
,
and
her
mother
had
told
him
to
look
for
her
in
the
garden
.
She
was
not
in
the
garden
,
but
beyond
it
he
had
seen
her
approaching
down
a
long
shady
path
.
Without
hastening
her
step
she
had
smiled
and
signed
to
him
to
wait
;
and
charmed
by
the
lights
and
shadows
that
played
upon
her
as
she
moved
,
and
by
the
pleasure
of
watching
her
slow
advance
toward
him
,
he
had
obeyed
her
and
stood
still
.
And
so
she
seemed
now
to
be
walking
to
him
down
the
years
,
the
light
and
shade
of
old
memories
and
new
hopes
playing
variously
on
her
,
and
each
step
giving
him
the
vision
of
a
different
grace
.
She
did
not
waver
or
turn
aside
;
he
knew
she
would
come
straight
to
where
he
stood
;
but
something
in
her
eyes
said
“
Wait
”
,
and
again
he
obeyed
and
waited
.
On
the
fourth
day
an
unexpected
event
threw
out
his
calculations
.
Summoned
to
town
by
the
arrival
in
England
of
her
husband
’
s
mother
,
she
left
without
giving
Darrow
the
chance
he
had
counted
on
,
and
he
cursed
himself
for
a
dilatory
blunderer
.
Still
,
his
disappointment
was
tempered
by
the
certainty
of
being
with
her
again
before
she
left
for
France
;
and
they
did
in
fact
see
each
other
in
London
.
There
,
however
,
the
atmosphere
had
changed
with
the
conditions
.
He
could
not
say
that
she
avoided
him
,
or
even
that
she
was
a
shade
less
glad
to
see
him
;
but
she
was
beset
by
family
duties
and
,
as
he
thought
,
a
little
too
readily
resigned
to
them
.
The
Marquise
de
Chantelle
,
as
Darrow
soon
perceived
,
had
the
same
mild
formidableness
as
the
late
Mr
.
Leath
:
a
sort
of
insistent
self
-
effacement
before
which
every
one
about
her
gave
way
.
It
was
perhaps
the
shadow
of
this
lady
’
s
presence
—
pervasive
even
during
her
actual
brief
eclipses
—
that
subdued
and
silenced
Mrs
.
Leath
.
The
latter
was
,
moreover
,
preoccupied
about
her
stepson
,
who
,
soon
after
receiving
his
degree
at
Harvard
,
had
been
rescued
from
a
stormy
love
-
affair
,
and
finally
,
after
some
months
of
troubled
drifting
,
had
yielded
to
his
step
-
mother
’
s
counsel
and
gone
up
to
Oxford
for
a
year
of
supplementary
study
.
Thither
Mrs
.
Leath
went
once
or
twice
to
visit
him
,
and
her
remaining
days
were
packed
with
family
obligations
:
getting
,
as
she
phrased
it
,
“
frocks
and
governesses
”
for
her
little
girl
,
who
had
been
left
in
France
,
and
having
to
devote
the
remaining
hours
to
long
shopping
expeditions
with
her
mother
-
in
-
law
.
Nevertheless
,
during
her
brief
escapes
from
duty
,
Darrow
had
had
time
to
feel
her
safe
in
the
custody
of
his
devotion
,
set
apart
for
some
inevitable
hour
;
and
the
last
evening
,
at
the
theatre
,
between
the
overshadowing
Marquise
and
the
unsuspicious
Owen
,
they
had
had
an
almost
decisive
exchange
of
words
.
Now
,
in
the
rattle
of
the
wind
about
his
ears
,
Darrow
continued
to
hear
the
mocking
echo
of
her
message
:
“
Unexpected
obstacle
.
”
In
such
an
existence
as
Mrs
.
Leath
’
s
,
at
once
so
ordered
and
so
exposed
,
he
knew
how
small
a
complication
might
assume
the
magnitude
of
an
“
obstacle
;
”
yet
,
even
allowing
as
impartially
as
his
state
of
mind
permitted
for
the
fact
that
,
with
her
mother
-
in
-
law
always
,
and
her
stepson
intermittently
,
under
her
roof
,
her
lot
involved
a
hundred
small
accommodations
generally
foreign
to
the
freedom
of
widowhood
—
even
so
,
he
could
not
but
think
that
the
very
ingenuity
bred
of
such
conditions
might
have
helped
her
to
find
a
way
out
of
them
.
No
,
her
“
reason
”
,
whatever
it
was
,
could
,
in
this
case
,
be
nothing
but
a
pretext
;
unless
he
leaned
to
the
less
flattering
alternative
that
any
reason
seemed
good
enough
for
postponing
him
!
Certainly
,
if
her
welcome
had
meant
what
he
imagined
,
she
could
not
,
for
the
second
time
within
a
few
weeks
,
have
submitted
so
tamely
to
the
disarrangement
of
their
plans
;
a
disarrangement
which
—
his
official
duties
considered
—
might
,
for
all
she
knew
,
result
in
his
not
being
able
to
go
to
her
for
months
.
“
Please
don
’
t
come
till
thirtieth
.
”
The
thirtieth
—
and
it
was
now
the
fifteenth
!
She
flung
back
the
fortnight
on
his
hands
as
if
he
had
been
an
idler
indifferent
to
dates
,
instead
of
an
active
young
diplomatist
who
,
to
respond
to
her
call
,
had
had
to
hew
his
way
through
a
very
jungle
of
engagements
!
“
Please
don
’
t
come
till
thirtieth
.
”
That
was
all
.
Not
the
shadow
of
an
excuse
or
a
regret
;
not
even
the
perfunctory
“
have
written
”
with
which
it
is
usual
to
soften
such
blows
.
She
didn
’
t
want
him
,
and
had
taken
the
shortest
way
to
tell
him
so
.
Even
in
his
first
moment
of
exasperation
it
struck
him
as
characteristic
that
she
should
not
have
padded
her
postponement
with
a
fib
.
Certainly
her
moral
angles
were
not
draped
!
“
If
I
asked
her
to
marry
me
,
she
’
d
have
refused
in
the
same
language
.
But
thank
heaven
I
haven
’
t
!
”
he
reflected
.
