"You've done a very terrible thing; you've sacrificed your sister's good name to save yourself from the consequences of your own folly."
"No one knows what I said but Johnstone, no one will ever know but Johnstone. I didn't mean it, I thought you'd help me, that you'd marry Belhaven to save us both. I believed in you, you're so good!"
"Why should I marry Belhaven? I don't even like him."
"Johnstone will kill him."
"Oh, I don't believe that!"
Eva let go her hold upon her and went to the window. "Look!" she said, and pointed.
Rachel followed her to the open window. There was a light on the lower veranda, which cast a soft radiance on the terrace, paved with flagstones and guarded by a marble balustrade. Below them a figure paced to and fro.
"It's Johnstone. Belhaven's in the library. If you refuse to marry him, Johnstone says he'll know my story is false, he'll not believe in our innocence, he'll shoot Belhaven."
"It would be murder," said Rachel, aghast, "cold-blooded murder; he'd die for it."
"He doesn't care."