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“
I
was
coming
out
to
meet
you
—
you
and
Owen
.
Miss
Viner
was
coming
,
too
,
and
then
she
couldn
’
t
because
she
’
s
got
such
a
headache
.
I
’
m
afraid
I
gave
it
to
her
because
I
did
my
division
so
disgracefully
.
It
’
s
too
bad
,
isn
’
t
it
?
But
won
’
t
you
walk
back
with
me
?
Nurse
won
’
t
mind
the
least
bit
;
she
’
d
so
much
rather
go
in
to
tea
.
”
Darrow
excused
himself
laughingly
,
on
the
plea
that
he
had
letters
to
write
,
which
was
much
worse
than
having
a
headache
,
and
not
infrequently
resulted
in
one
.
“
Oh
,
then
you
can
go
and
write
them
in
Owen
’
s
study
.
That
’
s
where
gentlemen
always
write
their
letters
.
”
She
flew
on
with
her
dog
and
Darrow
pursued
his
way
to
the
house
.
Effie
’
s
suggestion
struck
him
as
useful
.
He
had
pictured
himself
as
vaguely
drifting
about
the
drawing
-
rooms
,
and
had
perceived
the
difficulty
of
Miss
Viner
’
s
having
to
seek
him
there
;
but
the
study
,
a
small
room
on
the
right
of
the
hall
,
was
in
easy
sight
from
the
staircase
,
and
so
situated
that
there
would
be
nothing
marked
in
his
being
found
there
in
talk
with
her
.
He
went
in
,
leaving
the
door
open
,
and
sat
down
at
the
writing
-
table
.
The
room
was
a
friendly
heterogeneous
place
,
the
one
repository
,
in
the
well
-
ordered
and
amply
-
servanted
house
,
of
all
its
unclassified
odds
and
ends
:
Effie
’
s
croquet
-
box
and
fishing
rods
,
Owen
’
s
guns
and
golf
-
sticks
and
racquets
,
his
step
-
mother
’
s
flower
-
baskets
and
gardening
implements
,
even
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
embroidery
frame
,
and
the
back
numbers
of
the
Catholic
Weekly
.
The
early
twilight
had
begun
to
fall
,
and
presently
a
slanting
ray
across
the
desk
showed
Darrow
that
a
servant
was
coming
across
the
hall
with
a
lamp
.
He
pulled
out
a
sheet
of
note
-
paper
and
began
to
write
at
random
,
while
the
man
,
entering
,
put
the
lamp
at
his
elbow
and
vaguely
“
straightened
”
the
heap
of
newspapers
tossed
on
the
divan
.
Then
his
steps
died
away
and
Darrow
sat
leaning
his
head
on
his
locked
hands
.
Presently
another
step
sounded
on
the
stairs
,
wavered
a
moment
and
then
moved
past
the
threshold
of
the
study
.
Darrow
got
up
and
walked
into
the
hall
,
which
was
still
unlighted
.
In
the
dimness
he
saw
Sophy
Viner
standing
by
the
hall
door
in
her
hat
and
jacket
.
She
stopped
at
sight
of
him
,
her
hand
on
the
door
-
bolt
,
and
they
stood
for
a
second
without
speaking
.
“
Have
you
seen
Effie
?
”
she
suddenly
asked
.
“
She
went
out
to
meet
you
.
”
“
She
did
meet
me
,
just
now
,
in
the
court
.
She
’
s
gone
on
to
join
her
brother
.
”
Darrow
spoke
as
naturally
as
he
could
,
but
his
voice
sounded
to
his
own
ears
like
an
amateur
actor
’
s
in
a
“
light
”
part
.
