"If I were purer, humbler, more loving, I might have been allowed to help her." Lady Newhaven rose, and held Rachel tightly in her arms.
"I count the days," she said, hoarsely, shaking from head to foot.

"It is two months and three weeks to-day.

November the twenty-ninth.

You will promise faithfully to come to me and be with me then?
You will not desert me?
Whatever happens you will be sure--to come ?" "I will come.

I promise," said Rachel.