Neither did she meet them for an instant, nor had she a look for Hugh Woodgate or even for his wife.

It was to her husband that Rachel had spoken every word; it was nearest him she stood, in his face only that she gazed.
"Are you going to let the disgrace continue ?" she asked him, fiercely.
His answer was natural enough.
"My dear Rachel, what can I do?
I never dreamt that it would come out here; it is by the merest fluke that it did." "But I want it to come out," cried Rachel; "if you mean the fact of my trial and my acquittal.

It was a mistake ever to hide either for a moment.

Henceforth they shall be no secret." "Then we cannot prevent the world from thinking and saying what it likes, however uncharitable and unjust.

Do be reasonable, and listen to reason, though God knows you can be in no mood for such cold comfort! But I have done my best; I will do my best again.