At any rate, she secured it.
When they were alone Rachel produced Lady Newhaven's note.
"Do come to Westhope," she said.

"While you are under this roof it seems almost impossible to see you, unless we are close to it," and she touched the sloping ceiling with her hand.

"And yet I came to Westhope, and I am going on to Wilderleigh, partly in order to be near you." Hester shook her head.
"The book is nearly finished," she said, the low light from the attic window striking sideways on the small face with its tightly compressed lips.
A spirit indomitable, immortal, looked for a moment out of Hester's gray eyes.

The spirit was indeed willing, but the flesh was becoming weaker day by day.
"When it is finished," she went on, "I will go anywhere and do anything, but stay here I must till it is done.

Besides, I am not fit for society at present.