he must let her go without insisting on any positive
promise. She's excited...he must let her calm down..."

Again she waited, and Darrow said: "Surely you can make him
see that."

"She'll help me to--she's to see him, of course, before she
goes. She starts immediately, by the way, with Adelaide
Painter, who is motoring over to Francheuil to catch the one
o'clock express--and who, of course, knows nothing of all
this, and is simply to be told that Sophy has been sent for
by the Farlows."

Darrow mutely signed his comprehension, and she went on:
"Owen is particularly anxious that neither Adelaide nor his
grandmother should have the least inkling of what's
happened. The need of shielding Sophy will help him to
control himself. He's coming to his senses, poor boy; he's
ashamed of his wild talk already. He asked me to tell you
so; no doubt he'll tell you so himself."

Darrow made a movement of protest. "Oh, as to that--the
thing's not worth another word."

"Or another thought, either?" She brightened. "Promise me
you won't even think of it--promise me you won't be hard on
him!"

He was finding it easier to smile back at her. "Why should
you think it necessary to ask my indulgence for Owen?"