XXIII
The next day was Darrow's last at Givre and, foreseeing that the afternoon and evening would have to be given to the family, he had asked Anna to devote an early hour to the final consideration of their plans.He was to meet her in the brown sitting-room at ten, and they were to walk down to the river and talk over their future in the little pavilion abutting on the wall of the park.
It was just a week since his arrival at Givre, and Anna wished, before he left, to return to the place where they had sat on their first afternoon together.Her sensitiveness to the appeal of inanimate things, to the colour and texture of whatever wove itself into the substance of her emotion, made her want to hear Darrow's voice, and to feel his eyes on her, in the spot where bliss had first flowed into her heart.
That bliss, in the interval, had wound itself into every fold of her being.Passing, in the first days, from a high shy tenderness to the rush of a secret surrender, it had gradually widened and deepened, to flow on in redoubled beauty.She thought she now knew exactly how and why she loved Darrow, and she could see her whole sky reflected in the deep and tranquil current of her love.
Early the next day, in her sitting-room, she was glancing through the letters which it was Effie's morning privilege to carry up to her.Effie meanwhile circled inquisitively about the room, where there was always something new to engage her infant fancy; and Anna, looking up, saw her suddenly arrested before a photograph of Darrow which, the day before, had taken its place on the writing-table.
Anna held out her arms with a faint blush."You do like him, don't you, dear?""Oh, most awfully, dearest," Effie, against her breast, leaned back to assure her with a limpid look."And so do Granny and Owen--and I DO think Sophy does too," she added, after a moment's earnest pondering.
"I hope so," Anna laughed.She checked the impulse to continue: "Has she talked to you about him, that you're so sure?" She did not know what had made the question spring to her lips, but she was glad she had closed them before pronouncing it.Nothing could have been more distasteful to her than to clear up such obscurities by turning on them the tiny flame of her daughter's observation.And what, after all, now that Owen's happiness was secured, did it matter if there were certain reserves in Darrow's approval of his marriage?
A knock on the door made Anna glance at the clock."There's Nurse to carry you off.""It's Sophy's knock," the little girl answered, jumping down to open the door; and Miss Viner in fact stood on the threshold.
"Come in," Anna said with a smile, instantly remarking how pale she looked.
"May Effie go out for a turn with Nurse?" the girl asked.
"I should like to speak to you a moment.""Of course.This ought to be YOUR holiday, as yesterday was Effie's.Run off, dear," she added, stooping to kiss the little girl.
When the door had closed she turned back to Sophy Viner with a look that sought her confidence."I'm so glad you came, my dear.We've got so many things to talk about, just you and I together."The confused intercourse of the last days had, in fact, left little time for any speech with Sophy but such as related to her marriage and the means of overcoming Madame de Chantelle's opposition to it.Anna had exacted of Owen that no one, not even Sophy Viner, should be given a hint of her own projects till all contingent questions had been disposed of.She had felt, from the outset, a secret reluctance to intrude her securer happiness on the doubts and fears of the young pair.
From the sofa-corner to which she had dropped back she pointed to Darrow's chair."Come and sit by me, dear.Iwanted to see you alone.There's so much to say that Ihardly know where to begin."
She leaned forward, her hands clasped on the arms of the sofa, her eyes bent smilingly on Sophy's.As she did so, she noticed that the girl's unusual pallour was partly due to the slight veil of powder on her face.The discovery was distinctly disagreeable.Anna had never before noticed, on Sophy's part, any recourse to cosmetics, and, much as she wished to think herself exempt from old-fashioned prejudices, she suddenly became aware that she did not like her daughter's governess to have a powdered face.Then she reflected that the girl who sat opposite her was no longer Effie's governess, but her own future daughter-in-law; and she wondered whether Miss Viner had chosen this odd way of celebrating her independence, and whether, as Mrs.Owen Leath, she would present to the world a bedizened countenance.This idea was scarcely less distasteful than the other, and for a moment Anna continued to consider her without speaking.Then, in a flash, the truth came to her:
Miss Viner had powdered her face because Miss Viner had been crying.
Anna leaned forward impulsively."My dear child, what's the matter?" She saw the girl's blood rush up under the white mask, and hastened on: "Please don't be afraid to tell me.
I do so want you to feel that you can trust me as Owen does.
