As she turned away, Anna intervened."My dear, I think you ought to speak."The girl drew herself up with a faint laugh."To him--or to YOU?""To him."
She stiffened."I've said all there is to say."Anna drew back, her eyes on her step-son.He had left the threshold and was advancing toward Sophy Viner with a motion of desperate appeal; but as he did so there was a knock on the door.A moment's silence fell on the three; then Anna said: "Come in!"Darrow came into the room.Seeing the three together, he looked rapidly from one to the other; then he turned to Anna with a smile.
"I came up to see if you were ready; but please send me off if I'm not wanted."His look, his voice, the simple sense of his presence, restored Anna's shaken balance.By Owen's side he looked so strong, so urbane, so experienced, that the lad's passionate charges dwindled to mere boyish vapourings.A moment ago she had dreaded Darrow's coming; now she was glad that he was there.
She turned to him with sudden decision."Come in, please; Iwant you to hear what Owen has been saying."She caught a murmur from Sophy Viner, but disregarded it.
An illuminating impulse urged her on.She, habitually so aware of her own lack of penetration, her small skill in reading hidden motives and detecting secret signals, now felt herself mysteriously inspired.She addressed herself to Sophy Viner."It's much better for you both that this absurd question should be cleared up now " Then, turning to Darrow, she continued: "For some reason that I don't pretend to guess, Owen has taken it into his head that you've influenced Miss Viner to break her engagement."She spoke slowly and deliberately, because she wished to give time and to gain it; time for Darrow and Sophy to receive the full impact of what she was saying, and time to observe its full effect on them.She had said to herself:
"If there's nothing between them, they'll look at each other; if there IS something, they won't;" and as she ceased to speak she felt as if all her life were in her eyes.
Sophy, after a start of protest, remained motionless, her gaze on the ground.Darrow, his face grown grave, glanced slowly from Owen Leath to Anna.With his eyes on the latter he asked: "Has Miss Viner broken her engagement?"A moment's silence followed his question; then the girl looked up and said: "Yes!"Owen, as she spoke, uttered a smothered exclamation and walked out of the room.She continued to stand in the same place, without appearing to notice his departure, and without vouchsafing an additional word of explanation; then, before Anna could find a cry to detain her, she too turned and went out.
"For God's sake, what's happened?" Darrow asked; but Anna, with a drop of the heart, was saying to herself that he and Sophy Viner had not looked at each other.
XXV
Anna stood in the middle of the room, her eyes on the door.
Darrow's questioning gaze was still on her, and she said to herself with a quick-drawn breath: "If only he doesn't come near me!"It seemed to her that she had been suddenly endowed with the fatal gift of reading the secret sense of every seemingly spontaneous look and movement, and that in his least gesture of affection she would detect a cold design.
For a moment longer he continued to look at her enquiringly;then he turned away and took up his habitual stand by the mantel-piece.She drew a deep breath of relief.
"Won't you please explain?" he said.
"I can't explain: I don't know.I didn't even know--till she told you--that she really meant to break her engagement.
All I know is that she came to me just now and said she wished to leave Givre today; and that Owen, when he heard of it--for she hadn't told him--at once accused her of going away with the secret intention of throwing him over.""And you think it's a definite break?" She perceived, as she spoke, that his brow had cleared.
"How should I know? Perhaps you can tell me.""I?" She fancied his face clouded again, but he did not move from his tranquil attitude.
"As I told you," she went on, "Owen has worked himself up to imagining that for some mysterious reason you've influenced Sophy against him."Darrow still visibly wondered."It must indeed be a mysterious reason! He knows how slightly I know Miss Viner.
Why should he imagine anything so wildly improbable?""I don't know that either."
"But he must have hinted at some reason.""No: he admits he doesn't know your reason.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."
Darrow again seemed to turn over the facts she gave him.
His face remained grave, but without the least trace of discomposure."And what does Miss Viner say?""She says it's perfectly natural that she should occasionally talk to my friends when she's under my roof--and refuses to give him any other explanation.""That at least is perfectly natural!"
Anna felt her cheeks flush as she answered: "Yes--but there is something----""Something----?"
