She rose hurriedly, and the boys raced to the door and struggled which should open it for her.
Lady Newhaven was lying on a sofa by the wood fire in the drawing-room.
Rachel went straight up to her, and said, hoarsely: "Lord Newhaven tells me he is going to London this evening by the night express." Lady Newhaven threw up her arms.
"Then it is he," she said.

"When he stayed on and on up to to-day I began to be afraid that it was not he, after all; and yet little things made me feel sure it was, and that he was only waiting to do it before me and the children.

I have been so horribly frightened.

Oh, if he might only go away, and that I might never, never look upon his face again!" Rachel sat down by the latticed window and looked out into the darkness.
She could not bear to look at Lady Newhaven.

Was there any help anywhere from this horror of death without, from this demon of jealousy within?
"I am her only friend," she said to herself, over and over again.