"I will not leave you," she said. "We can go to Turin to-morrow, if you like."
"No—to-night," he said, quickly. The idea of wasting twelve hours seemed intolerable.
But Diana had made up her mind that he must rest a while before doing anything more. She shuddered when she looked at his face and saw the change wrought there in six and thirty hours.
"If we start now," she said, "we shall arrive in the evening. You could do nothing at night. Rest until the morning, and then we will go. You will need all the strength you have."
"I cannot rest," he said gloomily.
"You must try," answered Diana. "I will read to you till you are asleep."
He rose and began to pace the room. The doubt that she intended to keep him back sprang up again in his unsettled mind. He stopped before her.
"No," he said, "I will go to-night, and you need not come if you are too tired. You want to prevent me from going at all—I see it in your face."
Diana looked up at him as she sat. No one but a madman could have doubted the faith of those grey eyes of hers, and as Marcantonio gazed on them the old influence of the stronger character began to act. He turned away impatiently.
"You always make me do what you like," he said, and began to walk again.