"Let's sit quite still, David, and realise that the whole thing is safely over, and we are none the worse for it; and have got all we wanted in the world."
David said nothing. He had stopped "not arguing."
The train sped onward.
A sense of complete calm and rest came over the two who sat silent in their compartment, moving so rapidly toward the moment of inevitable parting. Diana's head was so near to David's that a loose strand of her soft hair blew against his face. She let her muff drop, but still held his hand to her breast. She closed her eyes, sitting so still that David thought she had fallen asleep.
At length, without stirring, she said: "We shall write to each other, Cousin David?"
"If you wish."
"Of course I wish. Will you promise to tell me exactly how you are?"
"I never speak, think, or write, about my own health."