Her face was lighted now with happiness. She touched his arm.
"I didn't mean to be angry—like that. It was silly and rude of me. Forgive me, please——"
He turned, stuttering. "Forgive you!" He took her hand—"I ought to have been shot—Yes, I'll never forgive myself. You—you——" And then he could say no more, but suddenly, raising his hat, bolted away.
As the door swung behind him Lady Carloes turned a perplexed face—
"Why! he said good night! And now I shall never find——"
But Lord John appeared just then and all was well.
Going back, in the dark brougham, Rachel put her head on her uncle's shoulder and, exhausted with excitement and happiness and something more than either of them, cried her eyes away.