"He thinks I'm like that! He thinks I'm guilty. Eva, I can't stand
it--I won't!"
"You mean he's been talking to you about it?" Eva was still trembling;
she wrung her hands feebly. "What did he say?"
Rachel writhed on the lounge, hiding her face yet more. "He thinks I'm
like that!" she shuddered. "I'm so ashamed, I--I can't stand it!"
"Oh, Rachel, Rachel, you won't betray me, you can't, now!"
Her sister sat up suddenly, her face one blur of tears and blushes.
"Eva, you've no right to make me so ashamed; I can't forgive it!"