Could she own the truth, about Geoffrey and herself, to Blanche?
and, without owning it, could she explain and justify Arnold's conduct in joining her privately at Craig Fernie?
A shameful confession made to an innocent girl; a risk of fatally shaking Arnold's place in Blanche's estimation; a scandal at the inn, in the disgrace of which the others would be involved with herself--this was the price at which she must speak, if she followed her first impulse, and said, in so many words, "Arnold is here." It was not to be thought of.

Cost what it might in present wretchedness--end how it might, if the deception was discovered in the future--Blanche must be kept in ignorance of the truth, Arnold must be kept in hiding until she had gone.
Anne opened the door for the second time, and went in.
The business of the toilet was standing still.

Blanche was in confidential communication with Mrs.Inchbare.At the moment when Anne entered the room she was eagerly questioning the landlady about her friend's "invisible husband"-- she was just saying, "Do tell me! what is he like ?" The capacity for accurate observation is a capacity so uncommon, and is so seldom associated, even where it does exist, with the equally rare gift of accurately describing the thing or the person observed, that Anne's dread of the consequences if Mrs.Inchbare was allowed time to comply with Blanches request, was, in all probability, a dread misplaced.

Right or wrong, however, the alarm that she felt hurried her into taking measures for dismissing the landlady on the spot.

"We mustn't keep you from your occupations any longer," she said to Mrs.
Inchbare.