Surely Lady Newhaven must be right when she was so certain that her husband had drawn the short lighter.

And she herself had gained the same impression from what Hugh had vaguely said at Wilderleigh.

But what are impressions, suppositions, except the food of suspense." Rachel sighed, and took up her burden as best she could.
Hugh's confession had at least one source of comfort in it, deadly cold comfort if he were about to leave her.

She knew that night as she lay awake that she had not quite trusted him up till now, by the sense of entire trust and faith in him which rose up to meet his self-accusation.
What might have turned away Rachel's heart from him had had the opposite effect.

"He told me the worst of himself, though he risked losing me by doing it.