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He drew her away from the window by brute force.

“So you’re Sylvia,” he said.

“I thought that would get it into your head,” said Ann.

It was not at all the way she had meant to break it to him. She had meant the conversation to be chiefly about Sylvia. She had a high opinion of Sylvia, a much higher opinion than she had of Ann Kavanagh. If he proved to be worthy of her–of Sylvia, that is, then, with the whimsical smile that she felt belonged to Sylvia, she would remark quite simply, “Well, what have you got to say to her?”

What had happened to interfere with the programme was Ann Kavanagh. It seemed that Ann Kavanagh had disliked Matthew Pole less than she had thought she did. It was after he had sailed away that little Ann Kavanagh had discovered this. If only he had shown a little more interest in, a little more appreciation of, Ann Kavanagh! He could be kind and thoughtful in a patronising sort of way. Even that would not have mattered if there had been any justification for his airs of superiority.

Ann Kavanagh, who ought to have taken a back seat on this occasion, had persisted in coming to the front. It was so like her.

“Well,” she said, “what are you going to say to her?” She did get it in, after all.

“I was going,” said Matthew, “to talk to her about Art and Literature, touching, maybe, upon a few other subjects. Also, I might have suggested our seeing each other again once or twice, just to get better acquainted. And then I was going away.”

“Why going away?” asked Ann.

“To see if I could forget you.”

She turned to him. The fading light was full upon her face.

“I don’t believe you could–again,” she said.

“No,” he agreed. “I’m afraid I couldn’t.”

“You’re sure there’s nobody else,” said Ann, “that you’re in love with. Only us two?”

“Only you two,” he said.

She was standing with her hand on old Abner’s empty chair. “You’ve got to choose,” she said. She was trembling. Her voice sounded just a little hard.

He came and stood beside her. “I want Ann,” he said.

She held out her hand to him.

“I’m so glad you said Ann,” she laughed.