"Yes, I'll go," said Roddy slowly. "I've known I ought to go."
Voices broke in upon them; the door opened and Rachel, followed by her friend May Cremlin, once May Eversley, came in—
"Oh! Dr. Chris! You dear!" she cried, and came forward and flung her arms about him and kissed him.
Her cheeks were flushed, from her black furs her eyes shone at him. Some thought caught him. He knew where he had seen that excited glitter already to-day—Breton at luncheon—
They all talked. Then Christopher said that he must go.
Rachel came with him to the door. In the hall she looked at him defiantly, that flash he knew so well.
"You never come now, Dr. Chris: you've given me up."
"I don't care for you in a crowd very much. There's always a crowd now——"
"Ask me alone and I'll come," she said, but still her eyes were defiant.
"No," he said gravely. "I'll do no asking, Rachel. When you want me I'm there for you at any time—at any time——"