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The coffee and liqueurs were already on the table when her mind suddenly sprang back to the Farlows. She jumped up with one of her subversive movements and declared that she must telegraph at once.
She had the gift of rapid definition, and his questions as to the life she had led with the Farlows, during the interregnum between the Hoke and Murrett eras, called up before him a queer little corner of Parisian existence.
He had been with Sophy Viner all day, and he was surprised to find how quickly the time had gone. She had hardly attempted, as the hours passed, to conceal her satisfaction on finding that no telegram came from the Farlows. "They'll have written," she had simply said; and her mind had at once flown on to the golden prospect of an afternoon at the theatre.
If I'd been looking for a wife for Owen, I shouldn't have applied to the Farlows to find me one. That's what Anna won't understand; and what you must help me to make her see." Darrow, to this appeal, could oppose only the repeated assurance of his inability to interfere.
"I was with her at the theatre one night." "Why should she have asked you not to say so?" "She didn't wish it known that I'd met her." "Why shouldn't she have wished it known?" "She had quarrelled with Mrs. Murrett and come over suddenly to Paris, and she didn't want the Farlows to hear of it. I came across her by accident, and she asked me not to speak of having seen her."
But things can't be left like this. Wouldn't it be better for me to go to her? Surely she'll understand she'll explain...It may be some mere trifle she's concealing: something that would horrify the Farlows, but that I shouldn't see any harm in..." She paused, her eyes searching his face. "A love affair, I suppose...that's it?
Arguments, expedients, palliations, evasions, all seemed to be slipping away from him: he was left face to face with the mere graceless fact of his inferiority. He lifted his head to ask at random: "You've been here, then, ever since?" "Since June; yes. It turned out that the Farlows were hunting for me all the while for this."
"No I should like to go away...my friends the Farlows would let me go to them..." Her voice grew firmer and she lifted her eyes to add: "I should like to leave today, if you don't mind." Anna listened with a rising wonder. "You want to leave Givre at once?" She gave the idea a moment's swift consideration. "You prefer to be with your friends till your marriage?
She knew the Farlows would be awfully upset, and she wanted more time to prepare them." Darrow heard himself speak as though the words had proceeded from other lips. His explanation sounded plausible enough, and he half-fancied Anna's look grew lighter.
Again she waited, and Darrow said: "Surely you can make him see that." "She'll help me to she's to see him, of course, before she goes. She starts immediately, by the way, with Adelaide Painter, who is motoring over to Francheuil to catch the one o'clock express and who, of course, knows nothing of all this, and is simply to be told that Sophy has been sent for by the Farlows."
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