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"But I can't talk about it now, or I shall break down again. Thanks for the champagne, Sid. You were right; it did me good. Now we'll go." She brushed past me in the corridor, her head turned away; and as I stared stupidly after her and Major Vandyke, suddenly my eyes fell on a small but conspicuous spot of red that marred the lustre of Di's silver train. It looked like a drop of blood.
Off they go again, as wild as deer; but suddenly Di's whole action changes: crouching to the ground and beating her sides rapidly with her tail, she runs hither and thither, snuffing eagerly in the grass. Now Sancho comes up and catches the cold trail, for a covey has certainly been in that place to-day.
Father was able to splurge, on Di's prospects; and probably Kitty Main contributed to the expense, for she and her maid came to stay with us. We began to be expensively gay; and I believe if any duke or earl who tangoed with Diana had offered himself for the dance of life, she would have thrown over Sidney Vandyke at the eleventh hour.
I had a sneaking idea that they meant me to go, too; but at that moment before other things had happened I told myself that I would do nothing of the kind. I was homesick for Ireland and Ballyconal. The date of Di's wedding wasn't definitely settled until after Sidney came.
The Bobby who incredibly came face to face with Lulu was the real Bobby into whose eyes leaped instant, unmistakable relief. Di flew to meet him. She assumed all the pretty agitations of her rôle, ignored Lulu. "Bobby! Is it all right?" Bobby looked over her head. "Miss Lulu," he said fatuously. "If it ain't Miss Lulu." He looked from her to Di, and did not take in Di's resigned shrug.
Di's profile again, and her pleased voice saying that this was the very one she had been hoping to hear him sing. They gathered for "My Rock, My Refuge." "Oh," cried Ina, at the conclusion of this number, "I'm having such a perfectly beautiful time. Isn't everybody?" everybody's hostess put it. "Lulu is," said Dwight, and added softly to Lulu: "She don't have to hear herself sing."
Di's black eyes opened wide, as they fell on the familiar object; then her romance-loving nature saw the whole plot of that drama which needs but two to act it. A great delight flushed up into her face, as she promptly took her cue, saying
Di's peculiarities were out in full force, and she looked as if she would go off like a torpedo at a touch; but through all her moods there was a half-triumphant, half-remorseful expression in the glance she fixed on John. And Laura, once so silent, now sang like a blackbird, as she flitted to and fro; but her fitful song was always, "Philip, my king."
Philip was rash, and has to bear his trial now, and Laura shares it with him. Be more generous, John; make your trial, bear your doubts alone, and give Nan the happiness without the pain. Promise me this, dear, promise me to hope and wait." The young man's eye kindled, and in his heart there rose a better chivalry, a truer valor, than any Di's knights had ever known.
"Give me ragtime," he said now, with the effect of bursting out of somewhere. "Don't you like ragtime?" he put it to her directly. Di's eyes danced into his, they sparkled for him, her smile was a smile for him alone, all their store of common memories was in their look. "Let's try 'My Rock, My Refuge," Cornish suggested. "That's got up real attractive."
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