"But you talked together?"
"Yes."
"And for some reason—— You never told me, Stephen! You never told me. And you met. But—— Why is this, disaster?"
"Because Justin knows and he means to divorce her—and it may be he will succeed...."
Rachel's face had become white, for some time she said nothing. Then slowly, "And if he had not known and done that—I should never have known."
I had no answer to make to that. It was true. Rachel's face was very still, and her eyes stared at the situation laid bare to her.
"When you began," she choked presently, "when she wrote—I knew—I felt——"
She ceased for fear she might weep, and for a time we walked in silence.
"I suppose," she said desperately at last, "he will get his divorce."