"The interesting thing, to me, is not what this poor lady has or has not done, but what on earth she is going to do now!" He looked at her again, and now Rachel was sure.

But there was a kindness in his look that did away both with resentment and regret.
"They say she has literally no friends in England," he went on, with unconcealed concern.

"That is incredible; and yet, if there be any truth in it, what a terrible position! I fear that everybody will not share your conviction, and, I may add, my own.

If one can judge thus early by what one has heard and seen for oneself, this verdict is a personal disappointment to the always bloodthirsty man in the street.

Then, God help the poor lady if he spots her! I only hope she will not give him a chance." And now Rachel not only knew that he knew, but that he wished to apprise her of his knowledge without confessing it in so many words.