"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!"