Although she had cried, Terence observed Helen›s greater hopefulness with something like triumph; in the argument between them she had made the first sign of admitting herself in the wrong. He waited for Dr. Lesage to come down that afternoon with considerable anxiety, but with the same certainty at the back of his mind that he would in time force them all to admit that they were in the wrong.
As usual, Dr. Lesage was sulky in his manner and very short in his answers. To Terence›s demand, «She seems to be better?» he replied, looking at him in an odd way, «She has a chance of life.»
The door shut and Terence walked across to the window. He leant his forehead against the pane.
«Rachel,» he repeated to himself. «She has a chance of life. Rachel.»
How could they say these things of Rachel
