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"It is the work of our own hands," he said, with strong emotion. "It is your curse and mine that we must love each other, Rachael love each other, and yet be apart." "Apart! Oh! will there be no end no season " "Yes, Rachael, when we can both repent that we ever did love each other. Then, perhaps, a merciful God may forgive us the great sin which has been our happiness and our torment."
Mistress Fawcett told him that she had made up her own mind and would perform that office for Rachael at once, but thought it best that he should absent himself until the work was complete. Levine, promised an answer on the morrow, took himself off, and Mary Fawcett sent for her daughter. Rachael entered the library with a piece of needlework in her hand.
Montoyo's horse stood heaving, on the outskirts; and ruthlessly pushing through I found him inside, with My Lady at bay before him her eyes brilliant, her cheeks hot, her two hands clenched tightly, her slim figure dangerously tense within her absurd garment, and the arm of the brightly flushed but calm Rachael resting restraintfully around her. The circling faces peered.
"Not that Billy herself realizes it, I daresay," Rachael added presently, watching the reader's absorbed face for an answering look. Silence. "Clarence!" she began imperatively. Clarence withdrew his attention from the paper with an obvious effort, and spoke in a laboriously polite tone. "I don't care to discuss it, Rachael." "But " Rachael stopped short on the word.
And then, without friends with children, perhaps, the world snatching at its skirts as it passes you the uncommon and terrible disgrace of divorce. Rachael! will you not promise me RACHAEL. I promise you this in normal mood, I will think of you first. But, do I ever meet Hamilton when I feel as I do to-night, I should not think not think, I say not think nor care!
"THERE'S some love for you," said Doctor Gregory, glancing across the room to the figures of Miss Leila Buckney and Mr. Parker Hoyt, who were laughing over a cabinet full of ivories. "I wonder just what would happen there if Parker lost his money to-morrow if Aunt Frothy died and left it all to Magsie Clay?" Rachael suggested, smiling. The doctor answered only with a shrug.
With Rachael in a cold and dangerous mood, Warren evasive, unresponsive, troubled, what was Magsie feeling and thinking? Proudly, and with a bitter pain at her heart, Rachael went through her empty days. Her household affairs ran as if by magic; never was there a more successful conspiracy for one man's comfort than that organized by Rachael and her maids.
Did Rachael want to go with the Smiths and the Joneses to dine at the Highway, and dance afterward? Oh, horrors! no, thank you! It was only when she spoke of Billy that Rachael was sure of his interest and attention, and of late she perforce had for Billy only criticism and disapproval.
"I don't know how anything can make a great difference now, George," she answered slowly. "The thing remains a fact. Of course this ends, in one way, the sordid side, the fear of publicity, of notoriety. But that wasn't the phase of it that ever counted with me. This will probably hurt Warren " "Oh, Rachael, dear old girl, don't talk that way!" George protested.
A callow youth, evidently her adorer, was awaiting her. She spoke slightingly of Bryan Masters, the leading man. "He's charming, Rachael," said Magsie, smiling her bored young smile, with deliciously red lips, as she was buttoned into a long fur coat, "but he wants to impose on the fact that well, that I have arrived, if you know what I mean? As everyone knows, his day is pretty well over.
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