And what does it matter?
She's pretty and nice, and I'm just in love with her; but then nobody knows any more about her husband, and so we talk." A few more questions satisfied the judge that he could not possibly have been mistaken, and he hesitated a moment, for he was a pious man; but Rachel's face, combined with her nerve, had deepended an impression which was now nearly a year old, and the superfluous proximity of an angular and aquiline lady, to whom Sir Baldwin had not been introduced, but who was openly hanging upon his words, drove the good man's last scruple to the winds.
"Very deceptive, these likenesses," said he, raising his voice for the interloper's benefit; "in future I shall beware of them.

I needn't tell you, Mrs.Uniacke, that I never before set eyes upon the lady whom I fear I embarrassed by behaving as though I had." Rachel was not less fortunate in her companion of the moment which had so nearly witnessed her undoing.

Ox-eyed Hugh Woodgate saw nothing inexplicable in Mrs.Steel's behavior upon her introduction to Sir Baldwin Gibson, and anything he did see he attributed to an inconvenient sense of that dignitary's greatness.

He did not think the matter worth mentioning to his wife, when the Steels had dropped them at the Vicarage gate, after a pleasant but somewhat silent drive.

Neither did Rachel see fit to speak of it to her husband.