Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XXII

           Anna,heknew,wouldnotseekanyfartherpretextfordelay;andhestrolledupanddowncontentedlyinthesunshine,certainthatshewouldcomeoutandreassurehimassoonasthereunitedfamilyhadclaimeditsdueshareofherattention.

           Butwhenshefinallyjoinedhimherfirstwordwasfortheyoungerlovers.

           “Iwanttothankyouforwhatyou’vedoneforOwen,”shebegan,withherhappiestsmile.

           “Who—I?”helaughed.“AreyouconfusingmewithMissPainter?”

           “PerhapsIoughttosayforme,”shecorrectedherself.“You’vebeenevenmoreofahelptousthanAdelaide.”

           “Mydearchild!WhatonearthhaveIdone?”

           “You’vemanagedtohidefromMadamedeChantellethatyoudon’treallylikepoorSophy.”

           Darrowfeltthepallourinhischeek.“Notlikeher?Whatputsuchanideaintoyourhead?”

           “Oh,it’smorethananidea—it’safeeling.Butwhatdifferencedoesitmake,afterall?Yousawherinsuchadifferentsettingthatit’snaturalyoushouldbealittledoubtful.ButwhenyouknowherbetterI’msureyou’llfeelaboutherasIdo.”

           “It’sgoingtobehardformenottofeelabouteverythingasyoudo.”

           “Well,then—pleasebeginwithmydaughter-in-law!”

           Hegaveherbackinthesametoneofbanter:“Agreed:ifyou’llagreetofeelasIdoaboutthepressingnecessityofourgettingmarried.”

           “Iwanttotalktoyouaboutthattoo.Youdon’tknowwhataweightisoffmymind!WithSophyhereforgood,IshallfeelsodifferentlyaboutleavingEffie.

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