"There was nothing in our short talks to throw any
particular light on that."

"You still believe, though, that there's no reason why he
shouldn't marry her?"

Again he betrayed a restrained impatience. "How can I
answer that without knowing her reasons for breaking with
him?"

"That's just what I want you to find out from her."

"And why in the world should she tell me?"

"Because, whatever grievance she has against Owen, she can
certainly have none against me. She can't want to have Owen
connect me in his mind with this wretched quarrel; and she
must see that he will until he's convinced you've had no
share in it."

Darrow's elbow dropped from the mantel-piece and he took a
restless step or two across the room. Then he halted before
her.

"Why can't you tell her this yourself?"

"Don't you see?"

He eyed her intently, and she pressed on: "You must have
guessed that Owen's jealous of you."