She made the tea with shaking hands and awkward, half-blind movements. It was close on dinner-time, but she did not notice it. He obliged her to drink some, and then he settled himself in his leather arm-chair. He went over his engagements for the evening. In half an hour he ought to be dining with Canon Glynn to meet an old college friend. At eleven he had arranged to see a young clergyman whose conscience was harrying him. He wrote a note on his knee without moving, saying he could not come, and touched the bell at his elbow. When the servant had taken the note he relapsed into the depths of his arm-chair and sipped his tea. "I think, Rachel," he said at last, "that I ought to tell you that I partly guess at your reason for breaking off your engagement. I have known for some time that there was trouble between the Newhavens. From what Lady Newhaven said to me to-day, and from the fact that she has been here, and that immediately after seeing her you broke your engagement with Scarlett, I must come to the conclusion that Scarlett had been the cause of this trouble." Rachel had regained her composure. Her face was white and hard. "You are right," she said. "He was at one time--her lover." "And you consider, in consequence, that he is unfit to become your husband?" "No. He told me about it before he asked me to marry him. I accepted him, knowing it." "Then he was trying to retrieve himself. He acted towards you, at any rate, like an honorable man." Rachel laughed. "So I thought at the time." "If you accepted him, knowing about his past, I don't see why you should have thrown him over. One dishonorable action sincerely repented does not make a dishonorable man." "I did not know all," said Rachel. "I do now." The Bishop looked into the fire. Her next words surprised him. "You really cared for Lord Newhaven, did you not?" "I did." "Then as you know the one thing he risked his life to conceal for the sake of his children--namely, his wife's misconduct--I think I had better tell you the rest." So Rachel told him in harsh, bald language the story of the drawing of lots, and how she and Lady Newhaven had remained ignorant as to which had drawn the short lighter. How Hugh had drawn it; how when the time came he had failed to fulfil the agreement; how two days later Lord Newhaven had killed himself; and how she and Lady Newhaven had both, of course, concluded that Lord Newhaven must have drawn the short lighter. Rachel went on, her hard voice shaking a little.