"I don't think you ought to come really; that's just it, John, we've lost everything."
He was indignant. "We haven't. I won't stand it, Rachel; it's ridiculous. He's trading on your generosity; he—why, he almost admitted it to me!"
Rachel leaned back in the chair, her head sinking into the cushions; she felt almost as if she might swoon. "John, he's just offered to set me free."
Charter swung around and looked at her, his face changing.
"Good! Then there's a spark in him. I thought he—well, I told him what I thought!"
She remembered Belhaven's face with a sudden illumination of mind. If Charter had told him what he thought of him perhaps it was no wonder he looked like that!
"I—I wish you hadn't!"
"Rachel," he stopped in his walk and bent over her, trembling, "is it possible you're half in love with him now?"
"No, no!"
"Then—oh, my dear, my dear, we'll get you free yet! Rachel, my darling!"