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I'll leave you quite free to make your decision," he replied. She breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that if he were to remain at Crailing, if they were to continue seeing each other almost daily, there could be but one end to the matter her conviction that no happiness could result from such a marriage would go by the board.
This was to be the solitary concert for the season, but, to whet the appetite of society, Diana was also to appear at a single big reception "Baroni won't look at anything less than a ducal house with Royalty present," as Jerry banteringly asserted and then, while the world was still agape with interest and excitement, the singer was to be whisked away to Crailing for three months' holiday, and to accept no more engagements until the winter.
"I might be carried past my station and find myself heaven knows where in the small hours of the morning! . . . I am sleepy, though." "Let me be call-boy," he suggested. "Where do you want to get out?" "At Craiford Junction. That's the station for Crailing, where I'm going. Do you know it at all? It's a tiny village in Devonshire; my guardian is the Rector there." "Crailing?"
Had Max remained at Crailing, love would have gained an easy victory, but, true to his promise, he had gone away, leaving her to make her decision free and untrammelled by his influence. Diana's face was beginning to show signs of the mental struggle through which she was passing. Dark shadows lay beneath her eyes, and her cheeks, even in so short a time, had hollowed a little.
Diana was getting used to having her voice referred to as something rather wonderful; it no longer embarrassed her, so she murmured an appropriate answer and the conversation then drifted naturally to Crailing and to the lucky chance which had brought Errington past Culver Point the day Diana was marooned there, and Diana explained that the Rector and his daughter had intended calling upon the occupants of Red Gables, but had been prevented by their sudden departure.
With a low moan she sank down beside the bed, her face hidden in her hands, sobbing convulsively. Summer had come and gone, and Diana, after a brief visit to Crailing, had returned to town for the winter season. The Crailing visit had not been altogether without its embarrassments.
You can go down to Crailing to-day." Jerry turned round in surprise. "But, I say, Diana, I can't, you know not while Max is away. I'm supposed to make myself useful to you." "Well, I think you did make yourself very useful last night, didn't you?" "Oh, that!" Jerry shrugged his shoulders. Then, surveying her critically, he added: "You look awfully tired this morning, Di!" She did.
Scottish Church historian, belonged to a good family, and about 1604 became minister of Crailing, Roxburghshire. Opposing the designs of James VI. for setting up Episcopacy, he was imprisoned 1617, and afterwards had to betake himself to Holland, where his controversial work, Altare Damascenum, against Episcopacy, was pub.
Diana had speedily carved for herself a niche of her own in the Rectory household, so that when the exigencies of her musical training, as viewed through Carlo Baroni's eyes, had necessitated her departure from Crailing for a whole year, Stair and his daughter had felt her absence keenly, and they welcomed her back with open arms.
For some years she was hidden in a convent down in the West Country, not very far from Crailing, and after a while people came to believe that she, too, had perished in the revolution.
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