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XXXVII

           Shewasimpatienttohavethemeetingover,andgladthatDarrowwasobligedtoleaveheratthestationinordertolookupacolleagueattheEmbassy.ShedreadedhisseeingOwenagain,andyetdarednottellhimso,andtoensurehisremainingawayshementionedanurgentengagementwithherdress-makerandalonglistofcommissionstobeexecutedforMadamedeChantelle.

           “Ishallseeyouto-morrowmorning,”shesaid;butherepliedwithasmilethathewouldcertainlyfindtimetocometoherforamomentonhiswaybackfrommeetingtheAmbassador;andwhenhehadputherinacabheleanedthroughthewindowtopresshislipstohers.

           Sheblushedlikeagirl,thinking,halfvexed,halfhappy:“Yesterdayhewouldnothavedoneit...”andadozenscarcelydefinabledifferencesinhislookandmannerseemedallatoncetobesummedupintheboyishact.“Afterall,I’mengagedtohim,”shereflected,andthensmiledattheabsurdityoftheword.Thenextinstant,withapangofself-reproach,sherememberedSophyViner’scry:“Iknewallthewhilehedidn’tcare...”“Poorthing,ohpoorthing!”Annamurmured...

           AtOwen’shotelshewaitedinatremorwhiletheporterwentinsearchofhim.Wordwaspresentlybroughtbackthathewasinhisroomandbeggedhertocomeup,andasshecrossedthehallshecaughtsightofhisportmanteauxlyingonthefloor,alreadylabelledfordeparture.

           Owensatatatablewriting,hisbacktothedoor;andwhenhestoodupthewindowwasbehindhim,sothat,intherainyafternoonlight,hisfeatureswerebarelydiscernible.

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