CHAPTER XXXIII.
"And he went out immediately, and it was night." It was nearly dark when Rachel reached Westhope Abbey.

A great peace seemed to pervade the long, dim lines of the gardens, and to be gathered into the solemn arches of the ruins against the darkening sky.

Through the low door-way a faint light of welcome peered.

As she drove up she was aware of two tall figures pacing amicably together in the dusk.

As she passed them she heard Lord Newhaven's low laugh at something his companion said.
A sense of unreality seized her.