Diana rose; walked over to the window and stood looking across the spacious park, at the pale gold of the wintry sunset.
She was in full view, at last, of her high fence, and did not yet know what lay beyond it. She headed straight for it; but she rode on the curb.
She walked back to the fireplace, and stood confronting him; her superb young figure drawn up to its full height.
Her voice was very quiet; her manner, very deliberate, as she answered his question.
"I want you to marry me, Cousin David," she said, "on the morning of the day on which you start for Central Africa."
[CHAPTER X]
DIANA'S HIGH FENCE
David Rivers sprang to his feet, and faced Diana.