And afterwards, when every one had gone, Edward took him to his study and told him he had found us out, and they drew lots which should kill himself within five months--and I listened at the door." Lady Newhaven's voice rose half strangled, hardly human, in a shrill grotesque whimper above the sobs which were shaking her.

There was no affectation about her now.
Rachel's heart went out to her the moment she was natural.

She knelt down and put her strong arms round her.

The poor thing clung to her, and, leaning her elaborate head against her, wept tears of real anguish upon her breast.
"And which drew the short lighter ?" said Rachel at last.
"I don't know," almost shrieked Lady Newhaven.

"It is that which is killing me.