Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XVIII

           Hemadenocomment,andshepursued:“Nowthatyoudoknowit’sshe,ifthere’sanything——”

           Hemovedbackintotheroomandwentuptoher.Hisfacewasserious,withaslightshadeofannoyance.“Whatonearthshouldtherebe?AsItoldyou,I’veneverinmylifeheardanyonesaytwowordsaboutMissViner.”

           Annamadenoanswerandtheycontinuedtofaceeachotherwithoutmoving.ForthemomentshehadceasedtothinkaboutSophyVinerandOwen:theonlythoughtinhermindwasthatDarrowwasalonewithher,closetoher,andthat,forthefirsttime,theirhandsandlipshadnotmet.

           Heglancedbackdoubtfullyatthewindow.“It’spouring.Perhapsyou’drathernotgoout?”

           Shehesitated,asifwaitingforhimtourgeher.“IsupposeI’dbetternot.Ioughttogoatoncetomymother-in-law—Owen’sjustbeentellingher,”shesaid.

           “Ah.”Darrowhazardedasmile.“Thataccountsformyhaving,onmywayup,heardsomeonetelephoningforMissPainter!”

           Attheallusiontheylaughedtogether,vaguely,andAnnamovedtowardthedoor.Hehelditopenforherandfollowedherout.

           

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