Owen, as she spoke, uttered a smothered exclamation and walked out of the room. She continued to stand in the same place, without appearing to notice his departure, and without vouchsafing an additional word of explanation; then, before Anna could find a cry to detain her, she too turned and went out. “For God’s sake, what’s happened?” Darrow asked; but Anna, with a drop of the heart, was saying to herself that he and Sophy Viner had not looked at each other. XXV Anna stood in the middle of the room, her eyes on the door. Darrow’s questioning gaze was still on her, and she said to herself with a quick-drawn breath: “If only he doesn’t come near me!” It seemed to her that she had been suddenly endowed with the fatal gift of reading the secret sense of every seemingly spontaneous look and movement, and that in his least gesture of affection she would detect a cold design. For a moment longer he continued to look at her enquiringly; then he turned away and took up his habitual stand by the mantel-piece. She drew a deep breath of relief. “Won’t you please explain?” he said. “I can’t explain: I don’t know. I didn’t even know--till she told you--that she really meant to break her engagement. All I know is that she came to me just now and said she wished to leave Givre today; and that Owen, when he heard of it--for she hadn’t told him--at once accused her of going away with the secret intention of throwing him over.” “And you think it’s a definite break?” She perceived, as she spoke, that his brow had cleared. “How should I know? Perhaps you can tell me.” “I?” She fancied his face clouded again, but he did not move from his tranquil attitude. “As I told you,” she went on, “Owen has worked himself up to imagining that for some mysterious reason you’ve influenced Sophy against him.” Darrow still visibly wondered. “It must indeed be a mysterious reason! He knows how slightly I know Miss Viner. Why should he imagine anything so wildly improbable?” “I don’t know that either.” “But he must have hinted at some reason.” “No: he admits he doesn’t know your reason. He simply says that Sophy’s manner to him has changed since she came back to Givre and that he’s seen you together several times--in the park, the spring-house, I don’t know where--talking alone in a way that seemed confidential--almost secret; and he draws the preposterous conclusion that you’ve used your influence to turn her against him.” “My influence? What kind of influence?” “He doesn’t say.” Darrow again seemed to turn over the facts she gave him. His face remained grave, but without the least trace of discomposure. “And what does Miss Viner say?” “She says it’s perfectly natural that she should occasionally talk to my friends when she’s under my roof--and refuses to give him any other explanation.” “That at least is perfectly natural!” Anna felt her cheeks flush as she answered: “Yes--but there is something----” “Something----?”