RACHEL'S CHAMPION The immediate ordeal proved less trying than Langholm was prepared to find it.

His vivid imagination had pictured the long table, laid for six-and-twenty, with four persons huddled at one end; but the telegrams had come in time to have the table reduced to its normal size, and Langholm found a place set for him between Mrs.Woodgate and Mrs.Steel.
He was only embarrassed when Rachel rose and looked him in the eyes before holding out her hand.
"Have you heard ?" she asked him, in a voice as cold as her marble face, but similarly redeemed and animated by its delicate and distant scorn.
"Yes," answered Langholm, sadly; "yes, I have heard." "And yet--" He interrupted her in another tone.
"I know what you are going to say! I give you warning, Mrs.Steel, I won't listen to it.

No 'and yets' for me; remember the belief I had, long before I knew anything at all! It ought not to be a whit stronger for what I guessed yesterday for myself, and what your husband has this minute confirmed.

Yet it is, if possible, ten thousand times stronger and more sure!" "I do remember," said Rachel, slowly; "and, in my turn, I believe what you say." But her face did not alter as she took his hand; her own was so cold that he looked at her in alarm; and the whole woman seemed turned to stone.

Yet the dinner went on without further hitch; it might have been the very smallest and homeliest affair, to which only these guests had been invited.