"Go talk to someone who's been through it," Florence warned her. "You don't know what it is! It's bad enough for him, but it's simple suicide for you!"
"Well, I wanted you to hear it from me," Rachael submitted mildly.
"Do you mean to say you've decided, seriously, to do it?"
"Very seriously, I assure you!"
"How do you propose to do it?" Florence asked after a pause, during which she stared with growing discomfort at her sister-in-law.
"The way other people do it," Rachael said with assumed lightness. "Clarence agrees. There will be evidence."
Mrs. Haviland flushed.
"You think that's fair to Clarence?" she asked presently.
"I think that in any question of fairness between Clarence and me the balance is decidedly in my favor!" Rachael said crisply. "Personally, I shall have nothing to do with it, and Clarence very little. Charlie Sturgis will represent me. I suppose Coates and Crandall will take care of Clarence--I don't know. That's all there is to it!"
Her placid gaze roved about the ceiling. Mrs. Haviland gazed at her in silence.