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Updated: May 5, 2025
Max and Diana were married shortly before the following Christmas. The wedding took place very quietly at Crailing, only a few intimate friends being asked to it. For, as Max pointed out, either their invitations must be limited to a dozen or so, or else Diana must resign herself to a fashionable wedding in town, with all the world and his wife as guests at the subsequent reception.
In the alcove Errington had chosen, the two were completely screened from the rest of the room by a carved oak pillar and velvet curtains. He laid his hand over the restless fingers, holding them in a sure, firm clasp that brought back vividly to her mind the remembrance of that day when he had helped her up the steps of the quayside at Crailing.
The inhabitants of Crailing were very proud of that thirteenth century window when it was disinterred; they had a proprietary feeling about it since, after all, it had really belonged to them for a little matter of seven centuries or so, although they had been unaware of the fact.
This was the first day of her return to London after the Easter holidays, which she had spent as usual at Crailing Rectory, and already she was wondering rather wistfully whether Errington would be back in England during the summer.
Adrienne must go out of town, and I'm going to run down to some little country place and find rooms for her and Mrs. Adams." "Find rooms?" Diana stared at him amazedly. "But surely won't they go to Red Gables?" Max shook his head. "No. It wouldn't be safe after this this affair. The same brute might try to get her again. You see, it's quite well known that she has a house at Crailing."
Perhaps that will wake you up, hein?" Instead, it carried Diana swiftly back to the Rectory at Crailing, to the evening when she had sung this very song to Max Errington, with the unhappy Joan stumbling through the accompaniment.
The new and unaccustomed student's life, the two golden visits which she had paid to Italy, the introduction into a milieu of clever, gifted people all struggling to make the most of their talents, had been such an immense change from the placid, humdrum existence which had preceded it, that it still held for her an almost dreamlike charm of novelty, and this was intensified at the present moment by her return to Crailing to find everything going on just in the same old way, precisely as though there had been no break at all.
She was smiling broadly as she spoke, and, it was evident to Diana that to both these women Max Errington's word was law a law they obeyed, however, with the utmost cheerfulness. "But, of course, we are coming back again," pursued Miss de Gervais. "I think Crailing is a delightful little place, and I am going to regard Red Gables as a haven of refuge from the storms of professional life.
The fellowship of suffering had drawn the two men together in a way that nothing else could have done, so that when Quentin made known his final wishes concerning his daughter, Alan Stair had gladly accepted the charge laid upon him, and Diana, then a child of ten, had made her permanent home at Crailing Rectory, speedily coming to look upon her guardian as a beloved elder brother, and upon his daughter, who was but two years her senior, as her greatest friend.
"No," he said, "you're right. I've known that all the time, only only" his voice shook "the touch of you, the nearness of you, blinded me." He paused. "Don't keep me waiting for your answer longer than you can help, Diana," he added, with a quiet intensity. "You'll go away from Crailing?" she asked nervously. He smiled a little sadly. "Yes, I'll go away.
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