She was done with him, her face said plainly; he looked at her a moment, then turned aside with a shrug.
But Rachel's eyes went swiftly round the room; they alighted for an instant upon Morna Woodgate, leaning forward upon the sofa where they had sat together, eager, enthusiastic, but impotent as a woman must be; they passed over the vicar, looking stolid as usual, and more than a little puzzled; but at last they rested on Langholm's thin, stooping figure, with untidy head thrust forward towards her, and a light in his dreamy eyes that kindled a new light in her own.
"You, Mr.Langholm!" cried Rachel, taking a quick, short step in his direction.

"You, with your plots and your problems that nobody can solve; don't you think you could unravel this one for me ?" Her eyes were radiant now, and their radiance all for him.

Langholm felt the heart swimming in his body, the brain in his head.

A couple of long-legged strides to meet her nine-tenths of the way, and he had taken Rachel's hand before her husband and her friends.
"Before God," said Langholm, "I'll try!" Their hands met only to part.

There was a sardonic laugh from Rachel's husband.
"Do you forbid me ?" demanded Langholm, turning upon him.
"Far from it," said Steel.