Hardly conscious of what he did or said, he got to his feet, and she stood, too, smiling up at him. Both were breathing hard.
"To think," he said, with a sort of repressed violence, "that you, of all women, should be Clarence Breckenridge's wife!"
"Not long!" she answered, in a whisper.
"You mean that you are really going to leave him, Rachael?"
"I mean that I must, Greg, if I am not to go mad!"
"And where will you go?" she asked.
"Oh--to Vera, to Elinor." She paused, frowning. "Or away by myself," she decided suddenly. "Away from them all!"
"Rachael," he said quickly, "will you come to my mother?"
Rachael smiled. "To your mother!"
He read her incredulity in her voice.