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When
he
came
downstairs
the
motor
was
at
the
door
,
and
Anna
stood
before
the
hall
mirror
,
swathing
her
hat
in
veils
.
She
turned
at
the
sound
of
his
step
and
smiled
at
him
for
a
long
full
moment
.
“
I
’
d
no
idea
you
knew
Miss
Viner
,
”
she
said
,
as
he
helped
her
into
her
long
coat
.
“
It
came
back
to
me
,
luckily
,
that
I
’
d
seen
her
two
or
three
times
in
London
,
several
years
ago
.
She
was
secretary
,
or
something
of
the
sort
,
in
the
background
of
a
house
where
I
used
to
dine
.
”
He
loathed
the
slighting
indifference
of
the
phrase
,
but
he
had
uttered
it
deliberately
,
had
been
secretly
practising
it
all
through
the
interminable
hour
at
the
luncheon
-
table
.
Now
that
it
was
spoken
,
he
shivered
at
its
note
of
condescension
.
In
such
cases
one
was
almost
sure
to
overdo
.
.
.
.
But
Anna
seemed
to
notice
nothing
unusual
.
“
Was
she
really
?
You
must
tell
me
all
about
it
—
tell
me
exactly
how
she
struck
you
.
I
’
m
so
glad
it
turns
out
that
you
know
her
.
”
“
‘
Know
’
is
rather
exaggerated
:
we
used
to
pass
each
other
on
the
stairs
.
”
Madame
de
Chantelle
and
Owen
appeared
together
as
he
spoke
,
and
Anna
,
gathering
up
her
wraps
,
said
:
“
You
’
ll
tell
me
about
that
,
then
.
Try
and
remember
everything
you
can
.
”
As
he
tramped
through
the
woods
at
his
young
host
’
s
side
,
Darrow
felt
the
partial
relief
from
thought
produced
by
exercise
and
the
obligation
to
talk
.
Little
as
he
cared
for
shooting
,
he
had
the
habit
of
concentration
which
makes
it
natural
for
a
man
to
throw
himself
wholly
into
whatever
business
he
has
in
hand
,
and
there
were
moments
of
the
afternoon
when
a
sudden
whirr
in
the
undergrowth
,
a
vivider
gleam
against
the
hazy
browns
and
greys
of
the
woods
,
was
enough
to
fill
the
foreground
of
his
attention
.
But
all
the
while
,
behind
these
voluntarily
emphasized
sensations
,
his
secret
consciousness
continued
to
revolve
on
a
loud
wheel
of
thought
.
For
a
time
it
seemed
to
be
sweeping
him
through
deep
gulfs
of
darkness
.
His
sensations
were
too
swift
and
swarming
to
be
disentangled
.
He
had
an
almost
physical
sense
of
struggling
for
air
,
of
battling
helplessly
with
material
obstructions
,
as
though
the
russet
covert
through
which
he
trudged
were
the
heart
of
a
maleficent
jungle
.
.
.
Snatches
of
his
companion
’
s
talk
drifted
to
him
intermittently
through
the
confusion
of
his
thoughts
.
He
caught
eager
self
-
revealing
phrases
,
and
understood
that
Owen
was
saying
things
about
himself
,
perhaps
hinting
indirectly
at
the
hopes
for
which
Darrow
had
been
prepared
by
Anna
’
s
confidences
.
He
had
already
become
aware
that
the
lad
liked
him
,
and
had
meant
to
take
the
first
opportunity
of
showing
that
he
reciprocated
the
feeling
.
