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Perhaps I've changed or YOUR not changing has convinced me. I'm certain now that you won't budge. And that was really all I ever cared about." "Oh, as to not budging I told you so months ago: you might have been sure of that! And how can you be any surer today than yesterday?" "I don't know. I suppose one learns something every day " "Not at Givre!" he laughed, and shot a half-ironic look at her.
After all, his personal responsibility ceased with her departure from Givre. "You'll tell me about that, then won't you?" Her smile flickered up. "Oh, you'll hear about it soon...I must catch Effie now and drag her back to the blackboard." She walked on for a few yards, and then paused again and confronted him. "I've been odious to you and not quite honest," she broke out suddenly.
Instinctively, Anna rejected this conjecture. But what need was there of assuming an explicit statement, when every breath they had drawn for the last weeks had been charged with the immanent secret? As she looked back over the days since Darrow's first arrival at Givre she perceived that at no time had any one deliberately spoken, or anything been accidentally disclosed.
Nevertheless she asked him, the next morning, to let her go back alone to Givre. She wanted time to think. She was convinced that what had happened was inevitable, that she and Darrow belonged to each other, and that he was right in saying no past folly could ever put them asunder. If there was a shade of difference in her feeling for him it was that of an added intensity.
"He did; but he broke his promise. That's what I thought I ought to tell you." "Thank you." Anna went on tentatively: "He left Givre this morning without a word. I followed him because I was afraid..." She broke off again and the girl took up her phrase. "You were afraid he'd guessed? He HAS..." "What do you mean guessed what?"
In the mental lull of the after-dinner hour, with harmonious memories murmuring through his mind, and the soft tints and shadowy spaces of the fine old room charming his eyes to indolence, Madame de Chantelle's discourse seemed not out of place. He could understand that, in the long run, the atmosphere of Givre might be suffocating; but in his present mood its very limitations had a grace.
He simply says that Sophy's manner to him has changed since she came back to Givre and that he's seen you together several times in the park, the spring-house, I don't know where talking alone in a way that seemed confidential almost secret; and he draws the preposterous conclusion that you've used your influence to turn her against him." "My influence? What kind of influence?" "He doesn't say."
He understood now that ever since Sophy Viner's arrival at Givre he had felt in Anna the lurking sense of something unexpressed, and perhaps inexpressible, between the girl and himself...When at last he fell asleep he had fatalistically committed his next step to the chances of the morrow. The first that offered itself was an encounter with Mrs. Leath as he descended the stairs the next morning.
It was the first time since his return to Givre that he had made any direct allusion to the date of their marriage; and instead of answering him she broke out: "There's something I've been wanting you to know. The other day in Paris I saw Miss Viner." She saw him flush with the intensity of his surprise. "You sent for her?" "No; she heard from Adelaide that I was in Paris and she came.
I should have liked to tell him what I've tried to tell you; but you must know better; you feel things in a finer way. Only you'll have to help him if I can't. He cares a great deal...it's going to hurt him..." Anna trembled. "Oh, I know! What can I do?" "You can go straight back to Givre now, at once! So that Owen shall never know you've followed him." Sophy's clasped hands reached out urgently.
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