But he pressed the point. "What things?"
"Well, for one thing, they say Astry made the match to get him out of Eva's way."
"I should say it was putting him in it; it would have been easier to horsewhip him and be done with it."
Pamela sighed. "Your methods are so cryptic. I don't understand the thing anyway, but—" she weighed her words—"I know Rachel's wretched."
He rose and walked up and down the room; she was giving form and shape to the impression that had been growing in his own slower mind as he recalled Rachel's evident distress.
Pamela made matters worse, for looking up at his tall figure as it approached her and seeing the trouble in his face, she gave way to her feelings.
"Oh, John, I wish you'd been here!"
He halted, amazed. "Why?"
"Because—because I always thought Rachel liked you, and you might have prevented it somehow! I felt that she was—well, just sacrificed for Eva."
"I can't imagine why she should have been," he said hoarsely. "Good God, Pamela, don't make it any worse!"