had been greatly attracted. Hugh had seen him
once, and afterwards had never felt strong enough to repeat the process.

"Must you go back?" he asked.

"No," she said. "Mrs. Loftus and he are great friends. I should be
rather in the way."

And she sat down by him.

"Are you feeling ill?" she said, gently, noticing his careworn face.

"No," he replied. "I was only thinking. I was thinking," he went on,
after a pause, "that I would give everything I possess not to have done
something which I have done."

Rachel looked straight in front of her. The confession was coming at
last. Her heart beat.

"I have done wrong," he said, slowly, "and I am suffering for it, and I
shall suffer more before I've finished. But the worst is--"

She looked at him.

"The worst is that I can't bear all the consequences myself. An innocent
person will pay the penalty of my sin."

Hugh's voice faltered. He was thinking of his mother.

Rachel's mind instantly flew to Lord Newhaven.

"Then Lord Newhaven drew the short lighter," she thought, and she
colored deeply.

There was a long silence.

"Do you think," said Hugh, smiling faintly, "that people are ever given
a second chance?"

"Always," said Rachel. "If not here--afterwards."

"If I were given another," said Hugh. "If I might only be given another
now in this life I should take it."

He was thinking if only he might be let off this dreadful self-inflicted
death. She thought he meant that he repented of his sin, and would fain
do better.

There was a sound of voices near at hand. Sybell and Mr. Gresley came
down the grass walk towards them.

"London society," Mr. Gresley was saying, "to live in a stuffy street
away from the beauties of Nature, its birds and flowers, to spend half
my days laying traps for invitations, and half my nights grinning like a
fool in stifling drawing-rooms, listening to vapid talk. No, thanks! I
know better than to care for London society. Hester does, I know, but
then Hester does not mind making up to big people, and I do. In fact--"

"I have brought Mr. Gresley, after all, in spite of Dr. Brown," said
Sybell, "because we were in the middle of such an interesting
conversation on the snares of society that I knew you would like to hear
it. You have had such a dull day with Doll away at his County Council."

That night, as Rachel sat in her room, she went over that half-made,
ruthlessly interrupted confidence.

"He does repent," she said to he