第14章

'They're giving Oedipe tomorrow afternoon at the Francais! I suppose you've seen it heaps and heaps of times?"He smiled back at her."You must see it too.We'll go tomorrow."She sighed at his suggestion, but without discarding it.

"How can I? The last train for Joigny leaves at four.""But you don't know yet that your friends will want you.""I shall know tomorrow early.I asked Mrs.Farlow to telegraph as soon as she got my letter."A twinge of compunction shot through Darrow.Her words recalled to him that on their return to the hotel after luncheon she had given him her letter to post, and that he had never thought of it again.No doubt it was still in the pocket of the coat he had taken off when he dressed for dinner.In his perturbation he pushed back his chair, and the movement made her look up at him.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing.Only--you know I don't fancy that letter can have caught this afternoon's post.""Not caught it? Why not?"

"Why, I'm afraid it will have been too late." He bent his head to light another cigarette.

She struck her hands together with a gesture which, to his amusement, he noticed she had caught from Cerdine.

"Oh, dear, I hadn't thought of that! But surely it will reach them in the morning?""Some time in the morning, I suppose.You know the French provincial post is never in a hurry.I don't believe your letter would have been delivered this evening in any case."As this idea occurred to him he felt himself almost absolved.

"Perhaps, then, I ought to have telegraphed?""I'll telegraph for you in the morning if you say so."The bell announcing the close of the entr'-acte shrilled through the cafe, and she sprang to her feet.

"Oh, come, come! We mustn't miss it!"

Instantly forgetful of the Farlows, she slipped her arm through his and turned to push her way back to the theatre.

As soon as the curtain went up she as promptly forgot her companion.Watching her from the corner to which he had returned, Darrow saw that great waves of sensation were beating deliciously against her brain.It was as though every starved sensibility were throwing out feelers to the mounting tide; as though everything she was seeing, hearing, imagining, rushed in to fill the void of all she had always been denied.

Darrow, as he observed her, again felt a detached enjoyment in her pleasure.She was an extraordinary conductor of sensation: she seemed to transmit it physically, in emanations that set the blood dancing in his veins.He had not often had the opportunity of studying the effects of a perfectly fresh impression on so responsive a temperament, and he felt a fleeting desire to make its chords vibrate for his own amusement.

At the end of the next act she discovered with dismay that in their transit to the cafe she had lost the beautiful pictured programme he had bought for her.She wanted to go back and hunt for it, but Darrow assured her that he would have no trouble in getting her another.When he went out in quest of it she followed him protestingly to the door of the box, and he saw that she was distressed at the thought of his having to spend an additional franc for her.This frugality smote Darrow by its contrast to her natural bright profusion; and again he felt the desire to right so clumsy an injustice.

When he returned to the box she was still standing in the doorway, and he noticed that his were not the only eyes attracted to her.Then another impression sharply diverted his attention.Above the fagged faces of the Parisian crowd he had caught the fresh fair countenance of Owen Leath signalling a joyful recognition.The young man, slim and eager, had detached himself from two companions of his own type, and was seeking to push through the press to his step-mother's friend.The encounter, to Darrow, could hardly have been more inopportune; it woke in him a confusion of feelings of which only the uppermost was allayed by seeing Sophy Viner, as if instinctively warned, melt back into the shadow of their box.

A minute later Owen Leath was at his side."I was sure it was you! Such luck to run across you! Won't you come off with us to supper after it's over? Montmartre, or wherever else you please.Those two chaps over there are friends of mine, at the Beaux Arts; both of them rather good fellows--and we'd be so glad----"

For half a second Darrow read in his hospitable eye the termination "if you'd bring the lady too"; then it deflected into: "We'd all be so glad if you'd come."Darrow, excusing himself with thanks, lingered on for a few minutes' chat, in which every word, and every tone of his companion's voice, was like a sharp light flashed into aching eyes.He was glad when the bell called the audience to their seats, and young Leath left him with the friendly question: "We'll see you at Givre later on?"When he rejoined Miss Viner, Darrow's first care was to find out, by a rapid inspection of the house, whether Owen Leath's seat had given him a view of their box.But the young man was not visible from it, and Darrow concluded that he had been recognized in the corridor and not at his companion's side.He scarcely knew why it seemed to him so important that this point should be settled; certainly his sense of reassurance was less due to regard for Miss Viner than to the persistent vision of grave offended eyes...

During the drive back to the hotel this vision was persistently kept before him by the thought that the evening post might have brought a letter from Mrs.Leath.Even if no letter had yet come, his servant might have telegraphed to say that one was on its way; and at the thought his interest in the girl at his side again cooled to the fraternal, the almost fatherly.She was no more to him, after all, than an appealing young creature to whom it was mildly agreeable to have offered an evening's diversion; and when, as they rolled into the illuminated court of the hotel, she turned with a quick movement which brought her happy face close to his, he leaned away, affecting to be absorbed in opening the door of the cab.