I ask you nothing; you ask me nothing; and there is to be no question of love between us, first or last.

But we help each other to forget--from this day forth!" Rachel could not speak; his eyes were upon her, black, inscrutable, arrestive of her very faculties, to say nothing of her will.

She could only answer him when he had turned away and was moving towards the door.
"Where are you going ?" she cried.
"To send to my solicitor," replied Steel, "as I warned him that I might.
It has all to be drawn up; and there is the question of a settlement; and other questions, perhaps, which you may like to put to him yourself without delay.".