The great park on the left, the great houses on the right, the darkness on the one hand, the lights on the other, had all the fascination of sharp contrasts--that very fascination which was Mr.Steel's.

Rachel already discovered it in his face, and divined it in his character, without admitting to herself that there was any fascination at all.

Yet otherwise she would have dropped rather than have done what she was doing now.

The man had cast a spell upon her; and for the present she did feel safe in his hands.

But with that unmistakable sense of immediate security there mingled a subtler premonition of ultimate danger, to which Rachel had felt alive from the first.