Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XXIII

           Yes,SophyVinerhadtheirlook—almosttheobscurelymenacinglookofKittyMayne....Anna,withaninwardsmile,brushedasidetheimageofthisforgottenrival.Butshehadfelt,deepdown,atwingeoftheoldpain,andshewassorrythat,evenfortheflashofathought,Owen’sbetrothedshouldhaveremindedherofsodifferentawoman...

           Shelaidherhandonthegirl’s.“WhenhisgrandmotherseeshowhappyOwenisshe’llbequitehappyherself.Ifit’sonlythat,don’tbedistressed.JusttrusttoOwen—andthefuture.”

           SophyViner,withanalmostimperceptiblerecoilofherwholeslightperson,haddrawnherhandfromunderthepalmenclosingit.

           “That’swhatIwantedtotalktoyouabout—thefuture.”

           “Ofcourse!We’veallsomanyplanstomake—andtofitintoeachother’s.Pleaselet’sbeginwithyours.”

           Thegirlpausedamoment,herhandsclaspedonthearmsofherchair,herlidsdroppedunderAnna’sgaze;thenshesaid:“Ishouldliketomakenoplansatall...justyet...”

           “Noplans?”

           “No—Ishouldliketogoaway...myfriendstheFarlowswouldletmegotothem...”Hervoicegrewfirmerandsheliftedhereyestoadd:“Ishouldliketoleavetoday,ifyoudon’tmind.”

           Annalistenedwitharisingwonder.

           “YouwanttoleaveGivreatonce?”Shegavetheideaamoment’sswiftconsideration.“Youprefertobewithyourfriendstillyourmarriage?Iunderstandthat—butsurelyyouneedn’trushofftoday?Therearesomanydetailstodiscuss;andbeforelong,youknow,Ishallbegoingawaytoo.”

           “Yes,Iknow.

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