"So do I."
"Rachel, he loves me. He is only marrying you for your money."
"I will risk that."
"I implore you on my knees to give him back to me."
And Lady Newhaven knelt down with bare, white outstretched hands. (Tableau number one. New Series.)
Rachel shrank back involuntarily.
"Listen, Violet," she said, "and get up. I will not speak until you get up." Lady Newhaven obeyed. "If I gave back Hugh to you a hundred times it would not make him love you any more, or make him marry you. I am not keeping him from you. This marriage is his own doing. Oh! Violet, I'm not young and pretty. I've no illusions about myself; but I believe he really does love me, in spite of that, and I know I love him."
"I don't believe it," said Lady Newhaven. "I mean about him. Not about you, of course."
"Here he is. Let him decide," said Rachel.
Hugh came in unannounced. Upon his grave face there was that concentrated look of happiness which has settled in the very deep of the heart and gleams up into the eyes.