Diana treated him with the scorn he deserved.
“Miss Ford”—Heloise was looking wistfully at her benefactress—“dare I ask you sump’n?”
“Why, surely.”
Heloise touched her skirt disparagingly.
“Somehow these clothes don’t seem right in my state of mind. I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but clothes mean an awful lot, even to a woman like me, and these are kind of too gay for a broken-hearted girl. If you’ve got sump’n quiet and sorrowful——”
Diana smiled. How well she understood!
“I know just how you’re feeling. Come to my room, Heloise. You need have no fear. I will send Superbus to look after this—this man.”
Gordon thrust out a warning finger.
“Diana, I beg of you not to help this wretched female. And for heaven’s sake don’t give her any of your new clothes—if you do, she’ll impersonate you——”
Diana’s glance would have withered a waterlily.