She did not think of Evelyn's position; she only thought that the world was full or people in torment.
"There's only one man here I really like," Evelyn continued; "Terence Hewet.

One feels as if one could trust him." At these words Rachel suffered an indescribable chill; her heart seemed to be pressed together by cold hands.
"Why ?" she asked.

"Why can you trust him ?" "I don't know," said Evelyn.

"Don't you have feelings about people?
Feelings you're absolutely certain are right?
I had a long talk with Terence the other night.

I felt we were really friends after that.
There's something of a woman in him--" She paused as though she were thinking of very intimate things that Terence had told her, so at least Rachel interpreted her gaze.
She tried to force herself to say, "Has to be proposed to you ?" but the question was too tremendous, and in another moment Evelyn was saying that the finest men were like women, and women were nobler than men--for example, one couldn't imagine a woman like Lillah Harrison thinking a mean thing or having anything base about her.
"How I'd like you to know her!" she exclaimed.
She was becoming much calmer, and her cheeks were now quite dry.