But she would not see the hand that he could afford to hold out to her now; and as for going near his chambers, never, never, though she starved! "No, I wouldn't have kept her," she sobbed in the street; "but she would have kept me! I know her! I know her! She would have had pity on me, in spite of him; but now I can never go near either of them again!" Then where was she to go?
God knew! No respectable hotel would take her in without luggage or a deposit.

What was she to do?
But while she wondered her feet were carrying her once more in the old direction, and as she walked an idea came.

She was very near the fatal little street at the time.

She turned about, and then to the left.

In a few moments she was timorously knocking at the door of a house with a card in the window.
"It's you!" cried the woman who came, almost shutting the door in Rachel's face, leaving just space enough for her own.
"You have a room to let," said Rachel, steadily.
"But not to you," said the woman, quickly; and Rachel was not surprised, the other was so pale, so strangely agitated.
"But why ?" she asked.