Rachel would all the same have sent for the doctor, if she had not forgotten it almost before she got downstairs; she was so taken up with her own thoughts.

Would another day pass without his coming?
A carriage drove up to the door.

Mrs.Garman, who had just finished a little private breakfast in her own room, put down her paper and said, "Is it possible?
Can it be visitors in this weather ?" Rachel felt that she was blushing.

She had recognized his voice in the hall, and to conceal her emotion, she sat down at the piano and aimlessly struck a few chords.
The door opened and in came Dean Sparre, followed by Mr.Johnsen.

Rachel turned round on the music-stool, bringing her hand down with a crash on some of the bass notes of the piano.