She was as much a chance acquaintance as a fellow-passenger in a railway carriage.
Rachel rose and held out her hand.
"Don't go," whispered Lady Newhaven, taking her outstretched hand and holding it.
"I think if I stay," said Rachel, "that you may say things you will regret later on when you are feeling stronger.

You are evidently tired out now.

Everything looks exaggerated when we are exhausted, as I see you are." "I am worn out with misery," said Lady Newhaven.

"I have not slept for a fortnight.

I feel I must tell some one." And she burst into violent weeping.
Rachel sat down again, and waited patiently for the hysterical weeping to cease.