ng cries it out? Owen sees it--he saw it again just now!
When I told him she'd relented, and would see him, he said: 'Is that
Darrow's doing too?'"

Darrow took the onslaught in silence. He might have spoken, have
summoned up the usual phrases of banter and denial; he was not even
certain that they might not, for the moment, have served their purpose
if he could have uttered them without being seen. But he was as
conscious of what had happened to his face as if he had obeyed Anna's
bidding and looked at himself in the glass. He knew he could no more
hide from her what was written there than he could efface from his soul
the fiery record of what he had just lived through. There before him,
staring him in the eyes, and reflecting itself in all his lineaments,
was the overwhelming fact of Sophy Viner's passion and of the act by
which she had attested it.

Anna was talking again, hurriedly, feverishly, and his soul was wrung
by the anguish in her voice. "Do speak at last--you must speak! I don't
want to ask you to harm the girl; but you must see that your silence
is doing her more harm than your answering my questions could. You're
leaving me only the worst things to think of her...she'd see that
herself if she were here. What worse injury can you do her than to make
me hate her--to make me feel she's plotted with you to deceive us?"

"Oh, not that!" Darrow heard his own voice before he was aware that he
meant to speak. "Yes; I did see her in Paris," he went on after a pause;
"but I was bound to respect her reason for not wanting it known."

Anna paled. "It was she at the theatre that night?"

"I was with her at the theatre one night."

"Why should she have asked you not to say so?"

"She didn't wish it known that I'd met her."

"Why shouldn't she have wished it known?"

"She had quarrelled with Mrs. Murrett and come over suddenly to Paris,
and she didn't want the Farlows to hear of it. I came across her by
accident, and she asked me not to speak of having seen her."

"Because of her quarrel? Because she was ashamed of her part in it?"

"Oh, no. There was nothing for her to be ashamed of. But the Farlows had
found the place for her, and she didn't want them to know how suddenly
she'd had to leave, and how badly Mrs. Murrett had behaved. She was in
a terrible plight--the woman had even kept back her month's salary. She
knew the Farlows would be awfully upset, and she wanted more time to
prepare them."

Darrow h