"She will not play Iris," said Rachel. "I shall play her." "For God's sake!" said Hansford superstitiously. "Don't tempt the Fates!" He looked at her sitting there, white and imperturbable. A shiver went over him, as though a breath from a cold purposeful iceberg had stirred through the room. "Be humble," he said. Rachel, who laughed rarely, laughed. He did not like the sound of it. It was like ice tinkling to pieces.