She smiled, and extending her hand, said, with quivering lips, which she made vain efforts to compose: "Mr.Hollingford, do you not remember me?
My name is Rachel Leonard." John's gaze had never left her face, and he could not but note the imploring look that came into her eyes as she said these words.
"Yes," he answered, and his voice shook, though his face kept a fixed, stern gravity.

"Yes, surely I remember you--Miss Leonard." At this the sound of wheels was heard coming up the hill, and with a sudden effort Rachel changed her manner.
"Here is the carriage," she said.

"I hope, Mr.Hollingford, you will not greet Mr.and Mrs.Hill with that panic-stricken look.

You are a great favourite with them, and they will be glad to see you.

Pray do not look so shocked.