"I'm thinking of him all the time—It's for his sake—that he should have a better chance with someone who cared——"
"No, that isn't true," said Lizzie—"It's because you love someone else——"
Rachel, with her head down, whispered, "Yes—it's because ... someone else."
"Francis Breton."
"Yes, Francis Breton."
That whisper of his name had in it confidence, worship, defiance ... all these things were torture to Lizzie sitting there, very composed, very stern, very quiet. She should have been able to say that name with just that precious intimacy, and she saw, in Rachel's eyes, beyond her trouble the glad pride that the pronouncing of the name had given her.
"You know?" Rachel asked at length.
"Yes——"
"You've known a long time."
"Yes—a long time."