"I know I ought not to have come at such an hour." Carrington did not contradict her.
"But there seemed so much to speak about," she went desperately on.
"There are the money matters and--and--" "If you will come to my chambers," said Carrington, "I shall be delighted to go into things with you, and to advise you to the best of my ability.

If you could manage to come at half-past nine on Monday morning, I would be there early and could give you twenty minutes." He wrote down the address, and, handing it to Rachel, rang the bell.
This drove her to despair; evidently it never occurred to him that she was faint with weariness and hunger, that she had nowhere to go for the night, and not the price of a decent meal, much less a bed, in her purse.

And even now her pride prevented her from telling the truth; but it would not silence her supreme desire.
"Oh!" she cried; "oh, may I not speak to your wife ?" "Not to-night, if you don't mind," replied Carrington, with his bow and smile.

"We can't both desert our guests." "Only for a minute!" pleaded Rachel.

"I wouldn't keep her more!" "Not to-night," he repeated, with a broader smile, a clearer enunciation, and a decision so obviously irrevocable that Rachel said no more.