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When he was gone, Diane pressed her hands together with a strange sense of misery. He, who had shrunk from the memory of little Diane's untruthfulness, what would he think of the present Diane's treachery? Yet it was to save his life and that of her brother and for the assertion of her victory over the little robber, Eustacie. The Styx had fast bound her Nine times around her.
It was the night of the great masque given by the King in honour of his Diane's birthday the masque in which she was to flaunt in the Crown diamonds and, as may be imagined, there was not a soul to be seen in the gallery that curved before me into dim, mysterious gloom.
Then it was that she recollected that it had been he who, at her cousin Diane's call, had seized her when she was rushing out of the palace in her first frenzy of grief, and had carried her back to the women's apartments. 'It was that day which brought me here, he said.
The red eyes were turned upon his daughter, and she fancied she saw something utterly cruel in their painful depths. "You are uncommonly interested," he went on slowly. "I was warned before that he and you were too thick. I told you of it cautioned you. Isn't that sufficient, or have I to " He left his threat unfinished. A color flushed slowly into Diane's cheeks and her eyes sparkled.
His astonished tone and awe-struck manner called to Diane's lips a little smile. "It used to be," she said, trying to speak naturally; "it's Mrs. Eveleth now." "Yes," he responded, with the absent air of a man getting his wits together; "I remember; that was the name." "You knew, then, that I'd been married?" "Yes; but I didn't know "
If he had feared the intrusion of the personal element into what must be strictly a business affair, it was plain that this pale, pinched little woman had forestalled him. Yes; she was pale and pinched. Lucilla had been right about that. There was something in Diane's appearance that suggested privation.
Come, now," and he took Diane's hands, "observe the proprieties of life, do not compromise yourself any more, write no letters. Letters, my dear, have caused as much private woe as public mischief. What might be excusable in a girl like Clotilde, in love for the first time, had no excuse in " "An old soldier who has been under fire," said Diane with a pout.
Johnny's making a new one for Rex." It was one of the vexing problems of Diane's nomadic life, just how to treat Mr. Philip Poynter. It was increasingly difficult to ignore or quarrel with him for his memory was too alarmingly porous to cherish a grudge or resentment. When a man has had a bump upon his only head, held Mr. Poynter, things are apt to slip away from him.
Still Lord!" added Philip with a burst of impatience, "what a salamander I am, to be sure! Whittington, old top, ever since I've known our gypsy lady, I've done nothing but fuss." But, nevertheless, when Diane's camp finally settled into quiet for the night, there was a watchful sentry in the forest who did not retire to his bed of hay until Johnny was astir at daybreak.
"By the wizardry of eye and intuition!" he laughed lightly. "And the personal consideration," he added pleasantly; "we've come at last to that." A tide of color swept brightly over Diane's face. "Surely, Carl," she exclaimed with a swift, level glance, "you don't mean that you care?" "No," said Carl honestly, "I don't. I mean just this. Will you permit me to care?
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