back on the pillows.
Diana's loose brown braids hung straight down on each side of her pale
face. There were shadows under her eyes.

"Don't look at me that way, Sophie," she said, sharply, as Mrs. Martens
came up to the bed. "I--I'm not going into a decline--or break my
heart--or----"

She broke off and said in a changed voice, "You're a dear." Then with a
pitiful little laugh, "It wouldn't be so hard--but she's so young,
Sophie."

"Eighteen--poor Anthony!"

"Do you think he is really unhappy, Sophie?"

The night before when she had lain in Mrs. Martens' comforting arms, she
had thought only of her own misery. For a time she had been just a
little sobbing child to be consoled. All her poise, all her
self-restraint had gone down under the force of the overwhelming shock.

But now a wild hope sprang up in her breast. Why should two people
suffer for the sake of one? And the other girl was so young--she would
get over it.

Yet, remembering Anthony's face as he had left her, she had little hope.

"I wish you might have been prepared for this," he had said. "I wrote a
letter, but it must have missed you. Perhaps it has been best to talk it
out--that's why I came. May I still come, sometimes, Diana?"

Then her pride had risen to meet the crisis.

"As if anything could spoil our friendship, Anthony," she had told him
bravely. "I want you to come--and some day you must bring--the Girl."

"You will like her," he had said, eagerly, with a man's blundering
confidence, "and you can help her. She is very lonely, Diana--and I was
lonely----"

That had been the one shred of apology which he had vouchsafed for the
act which had spoiled their lives.

When he had first entered the moonlighted room, she had turned from the
piano and had held out her hands to him.

He had taken them, and had stood looking down at her, with eyes which
spoke what his lips would not say.

And at last he had asked, "Why didn't you marry that fellow in Berlin,
Di?"

"Because I didn't love him, Anthony. I found out just in time--and I
found out, too, just in time that--it was you--Anthony."

Then he had said, "Hush," and had dropped her hands, and after a long
time, he had spoken. "Di, I've asked another woman to marry me, and she
has said, 'Yes.'"

Out of a stunned silence she had whispered. "How--did it happen?"

"Don't ask me--it is done--and it can't be undone--we have made a mess
of things, Diana----"

He gave the bare details; o