Suppose Anita should see him?
She had already seen Mrs.Lawrence put her hand on his shoulder.

There was, however, no gainsaying the C.O., and at ten o'clock Broussard rang the bell at the Commandant's house.
Sergeant McGillicuddy opened the door for him and showed him into the little office across the hall, saying: "Them's the Colonel's orders, sir." At the same moment Mrs.Lawrence, pale, beautiful and stately, walked in from the back entrance.

As she and Broussard met in the sunny hall, brimming with the morning light, Anita walked down the stairs and came face to face with Broussard and Mrs.Lawrence.
Broussard's dark skin turned dull red; Mrs.Lawrence, calmly unconscious, bowed to Anita, who, in her turn, bowed and passed on; her head, usually with a graceful droop, was erect; she radiated silent displeasure.

Then Broussard and Mrs.Lawrence entered the office and Broussard closed the door.

He was full of discomfort and chagrin, but it did not make him forgetful of the pale woman before him.
Mrs.Lawrence sat down in a chair; it was plain that she was not strong.