CHAPTER VI.
A PERIPATETIC PROVIDENCE "Do you still pin your faith to the man in the street ?" It was Mr.Steel who stood at Rachel's elbow, repeating his question word for word; but he did not repeat it in the same tone.

There was an earnest note in the lowered voice, an unspoken appeal to her to admit the truth and be done with proud pretence.

And indeed the pride had gone out of Rachel at sight of him; a delicious sense of safety filled her heart instead.

She was as one drowning, and here was a strong swimmer come to her rescue in the nick of time.

What did it matter who or what he was?
She felt that he was strong to save.