There had, in fact, grown upon her while he spoke the urgency of seeing Sophy Viner again before she left.The thought was deeply distasteful: Anna shrank from encountering the girl till she had cleared a way through her own perplexities.But it was obvious that since they had separated, barely an hour earlier, the situation had taken a new shape.Sophy Viner had apparently reconsidered her decision to break amicably but definitely with Owen, and stood again in their path, a menace and a mystery; and confused impulses of resistance stirred in Anna's mind.
She felt Owen's touch on her arm."Are you coming?""Yes...yes...presently."
"What's the matter? You look so strange.""What do you mean by strange?"
"I don't know: startled--surprised " She read what her look must be by its sudden reflection in his face.
"Do I? No wonder! You've given us all an exciting morning."He held to his point."You're more excited now that there's no cause for it.What on earth has happened since I saw you?"He looked about the room, as if seeking the clue to her agitation, and in her dread of what he might guess she answered: "What has happened is simply that I'm rather tired.Will you ask Sophy to come up and see me here?"While she waited she tried to think what she should say when the girl appeared; but she had never been more conscious of her inability to deal with the oblique and the tortuous.
She had lacked the hard teachings of experience, and an instinctive disdain for whatever was less clear and open than her own conscience had kept her from learning anything of the intricacies and contradictions of other hearts.She said to herself: "I must find out----" yet everything in her recoiled from the means by which she felt it must be done...
Sophy Viner appeared almost immediately, dressed for departure, her little bag on her arm.She was still pale to the point of haggardness, but with a light upon her that struck Anna with surprise.Or was it, perhaps, that she was looking at the girl with new eyes: seeing her, for the first time, not as Effie's governess, not as Owen's bride, but as the embodiment of that unknown peril lurking in the background of every woman's thoughts about her lover? Anna, at any rate, with a sudden sense of estrangement, noted in her graces and snares never before perceived.It was only the flash of a primitive instinct, but it lasted long enough to make her ashamed of the darknesses it lit up in her heart...
She signed to Sophy to sit down on the sofa beside her."Iasked you to come up to me because I wanted to say good-bye quietly," she explained, feeling her lips tremble, but trying to speak in a tone of friendly naturalness.
The girl's only answer was a faint smile of acquiescence, and Anna, disconcerted by her silence, went on: "You've decided, then, not to break your engagement?"Sophy Viner raised her head with a look of surprise.
Evidently the question, thus abruptly put, must have sounded strangely on the lips of so ardent a partisan as Mrs.Leath!
"I thought that was what you wished," she said.
"What I wished?" Anna's heart shook against her side."Iwish, of course, whatever seems best for Owen...It's natural, you must understand, that that consideration should come first with me..."Sophy was looking at her steadily."I supposed it was the only one that counted with you."The curtness of retort roused Anna's latent antagonism."It is," she said, in a hard voice that startled her as she heard it.Had she ever spoken so to any one before? She felt frightened, as though her very nature had changed without her knowing it...Feeling the girl's astonished gaze still on her, she continued: "The suddenness of the change has naturally surprised me.When I left you it was understood that you were to reserve your decision----""Yes."
"And now----?" Anna waited for a reply that did not come.
She did not understand the girl's attitude, the edge of irony in her short syllables, the plainly premeditated determination to lay the burden of proof on her interlocutor.Anna felt the sudden need to lift their intercourse above this mean level of defiance and distrust.
She looked appealingly at Sophy.
"Isn't it best that we should speak quite frankly? It's this change on your part that perplexes me.You can hardly be surprised at that.It's true, I asked you not to break with Owen too abruptly--and I asked it, believe me, as much for your sake as for his: I wanted you to take time to think over the difficulty that seems to have arisen between you.
The fact that you felt it required thinking over seemed to show you wouldn't take the final step lightly--wouldn't, Imean, accept of Owen more than you could give him.But your change of mind obliges me to ask the question I thought you would have asked yourself.Is there any reason why you shouldn't marry Owen?"She stopped a little breathlessly, her eyes on Sophy Viner's burning face."Any reason----? What do you mean by a reason?"Anna continued to look at her gravely."Do you love some one else?" she asked.
Sophy's first look was one of wonder and a faint relief;then she gave back the other's scrutiny in a glance of indescribable reproach."Ah, you might have waited!" she exclaimed.
"Waited?"
"Till I'd gone: till I was out of the house.You might have known...you might have guessed..." She turned her eyes again on Anna."I only meant to let him hope a little longer, so that he shouldn't suspect anything; of course Ican't marry him," she said.
Anna stood motionless, silenced by the shock of the avowal.
She too was trembling, less with anger than with a confused compassion.But the feeling was so blent with others, less generous and more obscure, that she found no words to express it, and the two women faced each other without speaking.
"I'd better go," Sophy murmured at length with lowered head.
The words roused in Anna a latent impulse of compunction.
The girl looked so young, so exposed and desolate! And what thoughts must she be hiding in her heart! It was impossible that they should part in such a spirit.
