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Colwood knocked. Would Diana give her some lavender-water? her headache was still severe. Diana new to minister to her; but, once admitted, Muriel said no more of her headache. Rather she began to soothe and caress Diana. Was she in better spirits? Let her only intrust the entertaining of Fanny Merton to her friend and companion Mrs. Colwood would see to it.
Colwood were on the lawn, surreptitiously at work on clothes for the child in the spinal jacket, who was soon going away to a convalescent home, and had to be rigged out. The grass was strewn with pieces of printed cotton and flannel, with books and work-baskets. But they were not sitting where Ferrier had looked his last upon the world three weeks before.
When Diana reached home night had fallen a moon-lit night, through which all the shapes and even the colors of day were still to be seen or divined in a softened and pearly mystery. Muriel Colwood was not at home. She had gone to town, on one of her rare absences, to meet some relations.
All they'll mind at Tallyn will be that the Afridis haven't killed a few more Britishers." Diana gave him a rather grave smile and bow as the carriage drove on. Mrs. Colwood wondered whether the Captain's last remark had somehow offended her companion. But Miss Mallory made no reference to it.
This time it was hardly possible to put these symptoms down to Marsham's account. He chafed under the thought that he should be no longer there in case a league, offensive and defensive, had in the end to be made with Mrs. Colwood for the handling of cousins. It was quite clear that Miss Fanny was a vulgar little minx, and that Beechcote would have no peace till it was rid of her.
Diana laughed, and silenced her with a kiss. Presently they were sitting by the fire, Muriel Colwood in a large arm-chair, a frail, fair creature, with her large dark-circled eyes, and her thin hands and arms; Diana kneeling beside her. "I had no idea what a poison poverty could be!" said Muriel, abruptly, with her gaze on the fire. "My cousin?" Diana looked up startled.
Colwood on the lawn of the old house, reading and working in the shade of a yew hedge planted by that Topham Beauclerk who was a friend of Johnson.
"The soberest saints are more stiff-neckèd Than the hottest-headed of the wicked." "I shall soon be back," said Diana "very soon. I'll just take this book to Dr. Roughsedge. You don't mind?" The question was addressed in a deprecatory tone to Mrs. Colwood, who stood beside her at the Beechcote front door. Muriel Colwood smiled, and drew the furs closer round the girl's slim throat.
As soon as the carriage conveying Miss Merton to the station had safely driven off, Mrs. Colwood, who, in no conventional sense, had been speeding the parting guest, ran up-stairs again to Diana's room. "She's gone?" said Diana, faintly. She was standing by the window. As she spoke the carriage came into view at a bend of the drive and disappeared into the trees beyond. Mrs.
"Mr. Marsham's Rossetti! I am glad. Now I can face him!" She looked up all smiles. "Do you know that I am going to take you to a party next week? to the Marshams? They live near here at Tallyn Hall. They have asked us for two nights Thursday to Saturday. I hope you won't mind." "Have I got a dress?" said Mrs. Colwood, anxiously. "Oh, that doesn't matter! not at the Marshams.
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