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His
armchair
again
invited
him
from
the
hearth
,
but
he
was
too
agitated
to
sit
still
,
and
with
sunk
head
and
hands
clasped
behind
his
back
he
began
to
wander
up
and
down
the
room
.
His
five
minutes
with
Sophy
Viner
had
flashed
strange
lights
into
the
shadowy
corners
of
his
consciousness
.
The
girl
’
s
absolute
candour
,
her
hard
ardent
honesty
,
was
for
the
moment
the
vividest
point
in
his
thoughts
.
He
wondered
anew
,
as
he
had
wondered
before
,
at
the
way
in
which
the
harsh
discipline
of
life
had
stripped
her
of
false
sentiment
without
laying
the
least
touch
on
her
pride
.
When
they
had
parted
,
five
months
before
,
she
had
quietly
but
decidedly
rejected
all
his
offers
of
help
,
even
to
the
suggestion
of
his
trying
to
further
her
theatrical
aims
:
she
had
made
it
clear
that
she
wished
their
brief
alliance
to
leave
no
trace
on
their
lives
save
that
of
its
own
smiling
memory
.
But
now
that
they
were
unexpectedly
confronted
in
a
situation
which
seemed
,
to
her
terrified
fancy
,
to
put
her
at
his
mercy
,
her
first
impulse
was
to
defend
her
right
to
the
place
she
had
won
,
and
to
learn
as
quickly
as
possible
if
he
meant
to
dispute
it
.
While
he
had
pictured
her
as
shrinking
away
from
him
in
a
tremor
of
self
-
effacement
she
had
watched
his
movements
,
made
sure
of
her
opportunity
,
and
come
straight
down
to
“
have
it
out
”
with
him
.
He
was
so
struck
by
the
frankness
and
energy
of
the
proceeding
that
for
a
moment
he
lost
sight
of
the
view
of
his
own
character
implied
in
it
.
“
Poor
thing
.
.
.
poor
thing
!
”
he
could
only
go
on
saying
;
and
with
the
repetition
of
the
words
the
picture
of
himself
as
she
must
see
him
pitiably
took
shape
again
He
understood
then
,
for
the
first
time
,
how
vague
,
in
comparison
with
hers
,
had
been
his
own
vision
of
the
part
he
had
played
in
the
brief
episode
of
their
relation
.
The
incident
had
left
in
him
a
sense
of
exasperation
and
self
-
contempt
,
but
that
,
as
he
now
perceived
,
was
chiefly
,
if
not
altogether
,
as
it
bore
on
his
preconceived
ideal
of
his
attitude
toward
another
woman
.
He
had
fallen
below
his
own
standard
of
sentimental
loyalty
,
and
if
he
thought
of
Sophy
Viner
it
was
mainly
as
the
chance
instrument
of
his
lapse
.
These
considerations
were
not
agreeable
to
his
pride
,
but
they
were
forced
on
him
by
the
example
of
her
valiant
common
-
sense
.
If
he
had
cut
a
sorry
figure
in
the
business
,
he
owed
it
to
her
not
to
close
his
eyes
to
the
fact
any
longer
.
.
.
But
when
he
opened
them
,
what
did
he
see
?
The
situation
,
detestable
at
best
,
would
yet
have
been
relatively
simple
if
protecting
Sophy
Viner
had
been
the
only
duty
involved
in
it
.
The
fact
that
that
duty
was
paramount
did
not
do
away
with
the
contingent
obligations
.
It
was
Darrow
’
s
instinct
,
in
difficult
moments
,
to
go
straight
to
the
bottom
of
the
difficulty
;
but
he
had
never
before
had
to
take
so
dark
a
dive
as
this
,
and
for
the
minute
he
shivered
on
the
brink
.
.
.
.
Well
,
his
first
duty
,
at
any
rate
,
was
to
the
girl
:
he
must
let
her
see
that
he
meant
to
fulfill
it
to
the
last
jot
,
and
then
try
to
find
out
how
to
square
the
fulfillment
with
the
other
problems
already
in
his
path
.
.
.
In
the
oak
room
he
found
Mrs
.
Leath
,
her
mother
-
in
-
law
and
Effie
.
The
group
,
as
he
came
toward
it
down
the
long
drawing
-
rooms
,
composed
itself
prettily
about
the
tea
-
table
.
The
lamps
and
the
fire
crossed
their
gleams
on
silver
and
porcelain
,
on
the
bright
haze
of
Effie
’
s
hair
and
on
the
whiteness
of
Anna
’
s
forehead
,
as
she
leaned
back
in
her
chair
behind
the
tea
-
urn
.
She
did
not
move
at
Darrow
’
s
approach
,
but
lifted
to
him
a
deep
gaze
of
peace
and
confidence
.
The
look
seemed
to
throw
about
him
the
spell
of
a
divine
security
:
he
felt
the
joy
of
a
convalescent
suddenly
waking
to
find
the
sunlight
on
his
face
.
Madame
de
Chantelle
,
across
her
knitting
,
discoursed
of
their
afternoon
’
s
excursion
,
with
occasional
pauses
induced
by
the
hypnotic
effect
of
the
fresh
air
;
and
Effie
,
kneeling
,
on
the
hearth
,
softly
but
insistently
sought
to
implant
in
her
terrier
’
s
mind
some
notion
of
the
relation
between
a
vertical
attitude
and
sugar
.
Darrow
took
a
chair
behind
the
little
girl
,
so
that
he
might
look
across
at
her
mother
.
It
was
almost
a
necessity
for
him
,
at
the
moment
,
to
let
his
eyes
rest
on
Anna
’
s
face
,
and
to
meet
,
now
and
then
,
the
proud
shyness
of
her
gaze
.
Madame
de
Chantelle
presently
enquired
what
had
become
of
Owen
,
and
a
moment
later
the
window
behind
her
opened
,
and
her
grandson
,
gun
in
hand
,
came
in
from
the
terrace
.
As
he
stood
there
in
the
lamp
-
light
,
with
dead
leaves
and
bits
of
bramble
clinging
to
his
mud
-
spattered
clothes
,
the
scent
of
the
night
about
him
and
its
chill
on
his
pale
bright
face
,
he
really
had
the
look
of
a
young
faun
strayed
in
from
the
forest
.
