Iwasalmostsickwithpassion，butRachelwasnowatthedoor：
Ipointedtothechildren，forIcouldnottrustmyselftospeak：shetookthemaway，andIfollowed。
`Willyou，Helen？’continuedthespeaker。
Igaveheralookthatblightedthemalicioussmileonherface——orcheckedit，atleastforamoment——anddeparted。IntheanteroomImetMr。Hargrave。HesawIwasinnohumourtobespokento，andsufferedmetopasswithoutaword；butwhen，afterafewminutes“seclusioninthelibrary，Ihadregainedmycomposure，andwasreturning，tojoinMrs。HargraveandMilicent，whomIhadjustheardcomedownstairsandgointothedrawing-room，——I
foundhimtherestill，lingeringinthedimlylightedapartment，andevidentlywaitingforme。