第13章

"Aboutmymarriage？"

"Aboutyourmarriage。"

Shecontinuedtoconsiderhimbetweenhalf—drawnlids。"WhatcanIsaythatMrs。Leathhasnotalreadytoldyou？"

"Mrs。Leathhastoldmenothingwhateverbutthefact——andherpleasureinit。"

"Well；aren’tthosethetwoessentialpoints？"

"TheessentialpointstoYOU？Ishouldhavethought————"

"Oh，toYOU，Imeant，"sheputinkeenly。

Heflushedattheretort，butsteadiedhimselfandrejoined：

"Theessentialpointtomeis，ofcourse，thatyoushouldbedoingwhat’sreallybestforyou。"

Shesatsilent，withloweredlashes。AtlengthshestretchedoutherarmandtookupfromthetablealittlethreadbareChinesehand—screen。Sheturneditsebonystemonceortwicebetweenherfingers，andasshedidsoDarrowwaswhimsicallystruckbythewayinwhichtheirevanescentslightromancewassymbolizedbythefadinglinesonthefrailsilk。

"DoyouthinkmyengagementtoMr。Leathnotreallybestforme？"sheaskedatlength。

Darrow，beforeanswering，waitedlongenoughtogethiswordsintothetersestshape——notwithoutasense，ashedidso，ofhislikenesstothesurgeondeliberatelypoisinghislancetforacleanincision。"I’mnotsure，"hereplied，"ofitsbeingthebestthingforeitherofyou。"

Shetookthestrokesteadily，butafaintredsweptherfacelikethereflectionofablush。Shecontinuedtokeepherloweredeyesonthescreen。

"Fromwhosepointofviewdoyouspeak？"

"Naturally，thatofthepersonsmostconcerned。"

"FromOwen’s，then，ofcourse？Youdon’tthinkmeagoodmatchforhim？"

"Fromyours，firstofall。Idon’tthinkhimagoodmatchforyou。"

Hebroughttheansweroutabruptly，hiseyesonherface。

Ithadgrownextremelypale，butasthemeaningofhiswordsshapeditselfinhermindhesawacuriousinnerlightdawnthroughhersetlook。Sheliftedherlidsjustfarenoughforaveiledglanceathim，andasmileslippedthroughthemtohertremblinglips。Foramomentthechangemerelybewilderedhim；thenitpulledhimupwithasharpjerkofapprehension。

"Idon’tthinkhimagoodmatchforyou，"hestammered，gropingforthelostthreadofhiswords。

Shethrewavaguelookaboutthechillyrain—dimmedroom。

"Andyou’vebroughtmeheretotellmewhy？"

Thequestionrousedhimtothesensethattheirminuteswerenumbered，andthatifhedidnotimmediatelygettohispointtheremightbenootherchanceofmakingit。

"MychiefreasonisthatIbelievehe’stooyoungandinexperiencedtogiveyouthekindofsupportyouneed。"

Athiswordsherfacechangedagain，freezingtoatragiccoldness。Shestaredstraightaheadofher，perceptiblystrugglingwiththetremorofhermuscles；andwhenshehadcontrolleditsheflungoutapale—lippedpleasantry。"ButyouseeI’vealwayshadtosupportmyself！"

"He’saboy，"Darrowpushedon，"acharming，wonderfulboy；

butwithnomorenotionthanaboyhowtodealwiththeinevitabledailyproblems……thetrivialstupidunimportantthingsthatlifeischieflymadeupof。"

"I’lldealwiththemforhim，"sherejoined。

"They’llbemorethanordinarilydifficult。"

Sheshotachallengingglanceathim。"Youmusthavesomespecialreasonforsayingso。"

"Onlymyclearperceptionofthefacts。"

"Whatfactsdoyoumean？"

Darrowhesitated。"YoumustknowbetterthanI，"hereturnedatlength，"thatthewaywon’tbemadeeasytoyou。"

"Mrs。Leath，atanyrate，hasmadeitso。"

"MadamedeChantellewillnot。"

"HowdoYOUknowthat？"sheflungback。

Hepausedagain，notsurehowfaritwasprudenttorevealhimselfintheconfidenceofthehousehold。Then，toavoidinvolvingAnna，heanswered："MadamedeChantellesentformeyesterday。"

"Sentforyou——totalktoyouaboutme？"Thecolourrosetoherforeheadandhereyesburnedblackunderloweredbrows。

"Bywhatright，Ishouldliketoknow？Whathaveyoutodowithme，orwithanythingintheworldthatconcernsme？"

Darrowinstantlyperceivedwhatdreadsuspicionagainpossessedher，andthesensethatitwasnotwhollyunjustifiedcausedhimapassingpangofshame。Butitdidnotturnhimfromhispurpose。

"I’manoldfriendofMrs。Leath’s。It’snotunnaturalthatMadamedeChantelleshouldtalktome。"

Shedroppedthescreenonthetableandstoodup，turningonhimthesamesmallmaskofwrathandscornwhichhadglaredathim，inParis，whenhehadconfessedtohissuppressionofherletter。Shewalkedawayasteportwoandthencameback。

"MayIaskwhatMadamedeChantellesaidtoyou？"

"Shemadeitclearthatsheshouldnotencouragethemarriage。"

"AndwhatwasherobjectinmakingthatcleartoYOU？"

Darrowhesitated。"Isupposeshethought————"

"ThatshecouldpersuadeyoutoturnMrs。Leathagainstme？"

Hewassilent，andshepressedhim："Wasthatit？"

"Thatwasit。"

"Butifyoudon’t——ifyoukeepyourpromise————"

"Mypromise？"

"Tosaynothing……nothingwhatever……"Herstrainedlookthrewahaggardlightalongthepause。

Asshespoke，thewholeodiousnessofthescenerushedoverhim。"OfcourseIshallsaynothing……youknowthat……"Heleanedtoherandlaidhishandonhers。"YouknowI

wouldn’tfortheworld……"

Shedrewbackandhidherfacewithasob。Thenshesankagainintoherseat，stretchedherarmsacrossthetableandlaidherfaceuponthem。Hesatstill，overwhelmedwithcompunction。Afteralonginterval，inwhichhehadpainfullymeasuredthesecondsbyherhard—drawnbreathing，shelookedupathimwithafacewashedclearofbitterness。

"Don’tsupposeIdon’tknowwhatyoumusthavethoughtofme！"

Thecrystruckhimdowntoalowerdepthofself—abasement。

"Mypoorchild，"hefeltlikeanswering，"theshameofitisthatI’veneverthoughtofyouatall！"Buthecouldonlyuselesslyrepeat："I’lldoanythingIcantohelpyou。"

Shesatsilent，drummingthetablewithherhand。Hesawthatherdoubtofhimwasallayed，andtheperceptionmadehimmoreashamed，asifhertrusthadfirstrevealedtohimhownearhehadcometonotdeservingit。Suddenlyshebegantospeak。

"Youthink，then，I’venorighttomarryhim？"

"Noright？Godforbid！Ionlymeant————"

"Thatyou’dratherIdidn’tmarryanyfriendofyours。"Shebroughtitoutdeliberately，notasaquestion，butasameredispassionatestatementoffact。

Darrowinturnstoodupandwanderedawayhelplesslytothewindow。Hestoodstaringoutthroughitssmalldiscolouredpanesatthedimbrowndistances；thenhemovedbacktothetable。

"I’lltellyouexactlywhatImeant。You’llbewretchedifyoumarryamanyou’renotinlovewith。"

Heknewtheriskofmisapprehensionthatheran，butheestimatedhischancesofsuccessaspreciselyinproportiontohisperil。Ifcertainsignsmeantwhathethoughttheydid，hemightyet——atwhatcosthewouldnotstoptothink——

makehispastpayforhisfuture。

Thegirl，athiswords，hadliftedherheadwithamovementofsurprise。Hereyesslowlyreachedhisfaceandrestedthereinagazeofdeepinterrogation。Heheldthelookforamoment；thenhisowneyesdroppedandhewaited。

Atlengthshebegantospeak。"You’remistaken——you’requitemistaken。"

Hewaitedamomentlonger。"Mistaken————？"

"Inthinkingwhatyouthink。I’mashappyasifIdeservedit！"shesuddenlyproclaimedwithalaugh。

Shestoodupandmovedtowardthedoor。"NOWareyousatisfied？"sheasked，turninghervividestfacetohimfromthethreshold。

XXI

Downtheavenuetherecametothem，withtheopeningofthedoor，thevoiceofOwen’smotor。Itwasthesignalwhichhadinterruptedtheirfirsttalk，andagain，instinctively，theydrewapartatthesound。WithoutawordDarrowturnedbackintotheroom，whileSophyVinerwentdownthestepsandwalkedbackalonetowardthecourt。

Atluncheonthepresenceofthesurgeon，andthenon—

appearanceofMadamedeChantelle——whohadexcusedherselfonthepleaofaheadache——combinedtoshifttheconversationalcentreofgravity；andDarrow，undershelterofthenecessarilyimpersonaltalk，hadtimetoadjusthisdisguiseandtoperceivethattheotherswereengagedinthesamere—arrangement。ItwasthefirsttimethathehadseenyoungLeathandSophyVinertogethersincehehadlearnedoftheirengagement；butneitherrevealedmoreemotionthanbefittedtheoccasion。ItwasevidentthatOwenwasdeeplyunderthegirl’scharm，andthatattheleastsignfromherhisblisswouldhavebrokenbounds；butherreticencewasjustifiedbythetacitlyrecognizedfactofMadamedeChantelle’sdisapproval。ThisalsovisiblyweighedonAnna’smind，makinghermannertoSophy，ifnolesskind，yetatriflemoreconstrainedthanifthemomentoffinalunderstandinghadbeenreached。SoDarrowinterpretedthetensionperceptibleunderthefluentexchangeofcommonplacesinwhichhewasdiligentlysharing。Buthewasmoreandmoreawareofhisinabilitytotestthemoralatmosphereabouthim：hewaslikeamaninfevertestinganother’stemperaturebythetouch。

AfterluncheonAnna，whowastomotorthesurgeonhome，suggestedtoDarrowthatheshouldaccompanythem。Effiewasalsooftheparty；andDarrowinferredthatAnnawishedtogiveherstep—sonachancetobealonewithhisbetrothed。

Onthewayback，afterthesurgeonhadbeenleftathisdoor，thelittlegirlsatbetweenhermotherandDarrow，andherpresencekepttheirtalkfromtakingapersonalturn。

DarrowknewthatMrs。LeathhadnotyettoldEffieoftherelationinwhichhewastostandtoher。TheprematuredivulgingofOwen’splanshadthrowntheirownintothebackground，andbycommonconsenttheycontinued，inthelittlegirl’spresence，ontermsofaninformalfriendliness。

Theskyhadclearedafterluncheon，andtoprolongtheirexcursiontheyreturnedbywayoftheivy—mantledruinwhichwastohavebeenthesceneoftheprojectedpicnic。Thiscircuitbroughtthembacktotheparkgatesnotlongbeforesunset，andasAnnawishedtostopatthelodgefornewsoftheinjuredchildDarrowlefthertherewithEffieandwalkedonalonetothehouse。Hehadtheimpressionthatshewasslightlysurprisedathisnotwaitingforher；buthisinnerrestlessnessventeditselfinanintensedesireforbodilymovement。Hewouldhavelikedtowalkhimselfintoastateoftorpor；totramponforhoursthroughthemoistwindsandthehealingdarknessandcomebackstaggeringwithfatigueandsleep。Buthehadnopretextforsuchaflight，andhefearedthat，atsuchamoment，hisprolongedabsencemightseemsingulartoAnna。

Asheapproachedthehouse，thethoughtofhernearnessproducedaswiftreactionofmood。Itwasasifanintenservisionofherhadscatteredhisperplexitieslikemorningmists。Atthismoment，wherevershewas，heknewhewassafelyshutawayinherthoughts，andtheknowledgemadeeveryotherfactdwindleawaytoashadow。Heandshelovedeachother，andtheirlovearchedoverthemopenandampleastheday：inallitssunlitspacestherewasnocrannyforafeartolurk。Inafewminuteshewouldbeinherpresenceandwouldreadhisreassuranceinhereyes。Andpresently，beforedinner，shewouldcontrivethattheyshouldhaveanhourbythemselvesinhersitting—room，andhewouldsitbythehearthandwatchherquietmovements，andthewaythebluishlustreonherhairpurpledalittleasshebentabovethefire。

Acarriagedroveoutofthecourtasheenteredit，andinthehallhisvisionwasdispelledbytheexceedinglysubstantialpresenceofaladyinawaterproofandatweedhat，whostoodfirmlyplantedinthecentreofapileofluggage，astowhichshewasgivinginvolvedbutluciddirectionstothefootmanwhohadjustadmittedher。ShewentonwiththesedirectionsregardlessofDarrow’sentrance，merelyfixinghersmallpaleeyesonhimwhilesheproceeded，inadeepcontraltovoice，andafluentFrenchpronouncedwiththepurestBostonaccent，tospecifythedestinationofherbags；andthisenabledDarrowtogiveherbackagazeprotractedenoughtotakeinallthedetailsofherplainthick—setperson，fromthesquaresallowfacebeneathbandsofgreyhairtothebluntboot—toesprotrudingunderherwidewalkingskirt。

Shesubmittedtothisscrutinywithnomoreevidenceofsurprisethanamonumentexaminedbyatourist；butwhenthefateofherluggagehadbeensettledsheturnedsuddenlytoDarrowand，droppinghereyesfromhisfacetohisfeet，askedintrenchantaccents："Whatsortofbootshaveyougoton？"

Beforehecouldsummonhiswitstotheconsiderationofthisquestionshecontinuedinatoneofsuppressedindignation：

"UntilAmericansgetusedtothefactthatFranceisunderwaterforhalftheyearthey’reperpetuallyriskingtheirlivesbynotbeingproperlyprotected。Isupposeyou’vebeentrampingthroughallthisnastyclammymudasifyou’dbeentakingastrollonBostonCommon。"

Darrow，withalaugh，affirmedhispreviousexperienceofFrenchdampness，andthedegreetowhichhewasonhisguardagainstit；butthelady，withacontemptuoussnort，rejoined："Youyoungmenareallalike————"；towhichsheappended，afteranotherhardlookathim："Isupposeyou’reGeorgeDarrow？Iusedtoknowoneofyourmother’scousins，whomarriedaTunstallofMountVernonStreet。MynameisAdelaidePainter。HaveyoubeeninBostonlately？No？I’msorryforthat。IheartherehavebeenseveralnewhousesbuiltatthelowerendofCommonwealthAvenueandIhopedyoucouldtellmeaboutthem。Ihaven’tbeenthereforthirtyyearsmyself。"

MissPainter’sarrivalatGivreproducedthesameeffectasthewind’shaulingaroundtothenorthafterdaysoflanguidweather。WhenDarrowjoinedthegroupaboutthetea—tableshehadalreadygivenatingletotheair。MadamedeChantellestillremainedinvisibleabovestairs；butDarrowhadtheimpressionthateventhroughherdrawncurtainsandbolteddoorsastimulatingwhiffmusthaveentered。

Annawasinherusualseatbehindthetea—tray，andSophyVinerpresentlyledinherpupil。Owenwasalsothere，seated，asusual，alittleapartfromtheothers，andfollowingMissPainter’smassivemovementsandequallysubstantialutteranceswithasmileofsecretintelligencewhichgaveDarrowtheideaofhishavingbeeninclandestineparleywiththeenemy。Darrowfurthertooknotethatthegirlandhersuitorperceptiblyavoidedeachother；butthismightbeanaturalresultofthetensionMissPainterhadbeensummonedtorelieve。

SophyVinerwouldevidentlypermitnorecognitionofthesituationsavethatwhichitlaywithMadamedeChantelletoaccord；butmeanwhileMissPainterhadproclaimedhertacitsenseofitbysummoningthegirltoaseatatherside。

Darrow，ashecontinuedtoobservethenewcomer，whowasperchedonherarm—chairlikeagraniteimageontheedgeofacliff，wasawarethat，inamoredetachedframeofmind，hewouldhavefoundanextremeinterestinstudyingandclassifyingMissPainter。Itwasnotthatshesaidanythingremarkable，orbetrayedanyofthoseunspokenperceptionswhichgivesignificancetothemostcommonplaceutterances。

Shetalkedofthelatenessofhertrain，ofanimpendingcrisisininternationalpolitics，ofthedifficultyofbuyingEnglishteainParisandoftheenormitiesofwhichFrenchservantswerecapable；andherviewsonthesesubjectswereenunciatedwithauniformityofemphasisimplyingcompleteunconsciousnessofanydifferenceintheirinterestandimportance。ShealwaysappliedtotheFrenchracethedistantepithetof"thosepeople"，butshebetrayedanintimateacquaintancewithmanyofitsmembers，andanencyclopaedicknowledgeofthedomestichabits，financialdifficultiesandprivatecomplicationsofvariouspersonsofsocialimportance。Yet，assheevidentlyfeltnoincongruityinherattitude，sosherevealednodesiretoparadeherfamiliaritywiththefashionable，orindeedanysenseofitasafacttobeparaded。ItwasevidentthatthetitledladieswhomshespokeofasMimiorSimoneorOdettewereasmuch"thosepeople"toherasthebonnewhotamperedwithherteaandsteamedthestampsoffherletters（"when，byamiracle，Idon’tputthemintheboxmyself。"）Herwholeattitudewasofavastgrimtoleranceofthings—as—they—came，asthoughshehadbeensomewonderfulautomaticmachinewhichrecordedfactsbuthadnotyetbeenperfectedtothepointofsortingorlabellingthem。

Allthis，asDarrowwasaware，stillfellshortofaccountingfortheinfluencesheobviouslyexertedonthepersonsincontactwithher。Itbroughtaslightrelieftohisstateoftensiontogoonwondering，whilehewatchedandlistened，justwherethemysterylurked。Perhaps，afterall，itwasinthefactofherblankinsensibility，aninsensibilitysodevoidofegotismthatithadnohardnessandnogrimaces，butratherthefreshnessofasimplermentalstate。Afterliving，ashehad，astheyallhad，forthelastfewdays，inanatmosphereperpetuallytremulouswithechoesandimplications，itwasrestfulandfortifyingmerelytowalkintothebigblankareaofMissPainter’smind，sovacuousforallitsaccumulateditems，soecholessforallitsvacuity。

HishopeofawordwithAnnabeforedinnerwasdispelledbyherrisingtotakeMissPainteruptoMadamedeChantelle；

andhewanderedawaytohisownroom，leavingOwenandMissVinerengagedinworkingoutapicture—puzzleforEffie。

MadamedeChantelle——possiblyastheresultofherfriend’sministrations——wasabletoappearatthedinner—table，ratherpaleandpink—nosed，andcastingtenderlyreproachfulglancesathergrandson，whofacedthemwithimperviousserenity；andthesituationwasrelievedbythefactthatMissViner，asusual，hadremainedintheschool—roomwithherpupil。

Darrowconjecturedthattherealclashofarmswouldnottakeplacetillthemorrow；andwishingtoleavethefieldopentothecontestantshesetoutearlyonasolitarywalk。

Itwasnearlyluncheon—timewhenhereturnedfromitandcameuponAnnajustemergingfromthehouse。Shehadonherhatandjacketandwasapparentlycomingforthtoseekhim，forshesaidatonce："MadamedeChantellewantsyoutogouptoher。"

"Togouptoher？Now？"

"That’sthemessageshesent。Sheappearstorelyonyoutodosomething。"Sheaddedwithasmile："Whateveritis，let’shaveitover！"

Darrow，throughhisrisingsenseofapprehension，wonderedwhy，insteadofmerelygoingforawalk，hehadnotjumpedintothefirsttrainandgotoutofthewaytillOwen’saffairswerefinallysettled。

"ButwhatinthenameofgoodnesscanIdo？"heprotested，followingAnnabackintothehall。

"Idon’tknow。ButOwenseemssotorelyonyou，too————"

"Owen！IsHEtobethere？"

"No。ButyouknowItoldhimhecouldcountonyou。"

"ButI’vesaidtoyourmother—in—lawallIcould。"

"Well，thenyoucanonlyrepeatit。"

ThisdidnotseemtoDarrowtosimplifyhiscaseasmuchassheappearedtothink；andoncemorehehadamovementofrecoil。"There’snopossiblereasonformybeingmixedupinthisaffair！"

Annagavehimareproachfulglance。"NotthefactthatIam？"sheremindedhim；buteventhisonlystiffenedhisresistance。

"Whyshouldyoube，either——tothisextent？"

Thequestionmadeherpause。Sheglancedaboutthehall，asiftobesuretheyhadittothemselves；andthen，inaloweredvoice："Idon’tknow，"shesuddenlyconfessed；"but，somehow，ifTHEY’REnothappyIfeelasifweshouldn’tbe。"

"Oh，well——"Darrowacquiesced，inthetoneofthemanwhoperforceyieldstosolovelyanunreasonableness。Escapewas，afterall，impossible，andhecouldonlyresignhimselftobeingledtoMadamedeChantelle’sdoor。

Within，amongthebric—a—bracandfurbelows，hefoundMissPainterseatedinaredundantpurplearmchairwiththeincongruousairofahorsemanbestridingaheavymount。

MadamedeChantellesatopposite，stillalittlewananddisorderedunderherelaboratehair，andclaspingthehandkerchiefwhosevisibilitysymbolizedherdistress。Ontheyoungman’sentranceshesighedoutaplaintivewelcome，towhichsheimmediatelyappended："Mr。Darrow，Ican’thelpfeelingthatatheartyou’rewithme！"

ThedirectnessofthechallengemadeiteasierforDarrowtoprotest，andhereiteratedhisinabilitytogiveanopiniononeitherside。

"ButAnnadeclaresyouhave——onhers！"

Hecouldnotrestrainasmileatthisfaintflawinanimpartialitysoscrupulous。EveryevidenceoffeminineinconsequenceinAnnaseemedtoattestherdeepersubjectiontothemostinconsequentofpassions。Hehadcertainlypromisedherhishelp——butbeforeheknewwhathewaspromising。

HemetMadamedeChantelle’sappealbyreplying："IftherewereanythingIcouldpossiblysayIshouldwantittobeinMissViner’sfavour。"

"You’dwantittobe——yes！Butcouldyoumakeitso？"

"Asfarasfactsgo，Idon’tseehowIcanmakeiteitherfororagainsther。I’vealreadysaidthatIknownothingofherexceptthatshe’scharming。"

"Asifthatweren’tenough——weren’tallthereOUGHTtobe！"MissPainterputinimpatiently。SheseemedtoaddressherselftoDarrow，thoughhersmalleyeswerefixedonherfriend。

"MadamedeChantelleseemstoimagine，"shepursued，"thatayoungAmericangirloughttohaveadossier——apolice—

record，orwhateveryoucallit：whatthoseawfulwomeninthestreetshavehere。Inourcountryit’senoughtoknowthatayounggirl’spureandlovely：peopledon’timmediatelyaskhertoshowherbank—accountandhervisiting—list。"

MadamedeChantellelookedplaintivelyathersturdymonitress。"Youdon’texpectmenottoaskifshe’sgotafamily？"

"No；nortothinktheworseofherifshehasn’t。Thefactthatshe’sanorphanought，withyourideas，tobeamerit。

Youwon’thavetoinviteherfatherandmothertoGivre！"

"Adelaide——Adelaide！"themistressofGivrelamented。

"LucretiaMary，"theotherreturned——andDarrowsparedaninstant’samusementtothequaintincongruityofthename——

"youknowyousentforMr。Darrowtorefuteme；andhowcanhe，tillheknowswhatIthink？"

"Youthinkit’sperfectlysimpletoletOwenmarryagirlweknownothingabout？"

"No；butIdon’tthinkit’sperfectlysimpletopreventhim。"

TheshrewdnessoftheanswerincreasedDarrow’sinterestinMissPainter。Shehadnothithertostruckhimasbeingapersonofmuchpenetration，buthenowfeltsurethathergimletgazemightboretotheheartofanypracticalproblem。

MadamedeChantellesighedoutherrecognitionofthedifficulty。

"Ihaven’tawordtosayagainstMissViner；butshe’sknockedaboutso，asit’scalled，thatshemusthavebeenmixedupwithsomeratherdreadfulpeople。IfonlyOwencouldbemadetoseethat——ifonecouldgetatafewfacts，Imean。Shesays，forinstance，thatshehasasister；butitseemsshedoesn’tevenknowheraddress！"

"Ifshedoes，shemaynotwanttogiveittoyou。Idaresaythesister’soneofthedreadfulpeople。I’venodoubtthatwithalittletimeyoucouldrakeupdozensofthem：haveher’traced’，astheycallitindetectivestories。Idon’tthinkyou’dfrightenOwen，butyoumight：it’snaturalenoughheshouldhavebeencorruptedbythoseforeignideas。

Youmightevenmanagetoparthimfromthegirl；butyoucouldn’tkeephimfrombeinginlovewithher。IsawthatwhenIlookedthemoverlastevening。Isaidtomyself：