I have seen him do it." "I suppose he did it to please you." "That was just it, simply to please me." Rachel was not so astonished as Lady Newhaven expected.

She certainly was rather wooden, the latter reflected.

The story went on.

It became difficult to tell, and, according to the teller, more and more liable to misconstruction.

Rachel's heart ached as bit by bit the inevitable development was finally reached in floods of tears.
"And you remember that night you were at an evening party here," sobbed Lady Newhaven, casting away all her mental notes and speaking extempore.
"It is just a fortnight ago, and I have not slept since, and _he_ was here, looking so miserable"-- (Rachel started slightly)--"he sometimes did, if he thought I was hard upon him.