XIThey came back towards the house. There was no more said. She had a curious feeling of relief. She hadn’t to think any more, or plan, or be troubled. It was his business, and he was fully able for it.
When they were still some way from the house he stopped her, his right hand on her arm.
“Wait a minute—we’ve got to say the same thing.”
Those clear eyes of hers looked up at him. When he saw that she wasn’t going to speak, he said,
“We’ve got to say the same thing. I had to send you here—that is, I had to send Anne—”
“If I’m not Anne, you didn’t send me.” The words came out a mere statement of fact. Behind the calmness of her tone there was a dreadful void feeling. If she wasn’t Anne, who was she? The answer to that came fast and breathless, “I am Anne.” There must be thousands and th
