[CHAPTER XIII]
DAVID'S DECISION
Diana found it quite impossible to await in the library, the return of the motor.
She moved restlessly to and fro in her own bedroom, from the windows of which she could see far down the avenue.
When at last her car came speeding through the trees, it seemed to her a swiftly approaching Nemesis, a relentless hurrying Fate, which she could neither delay nor avoid. It ran beneath the portico; paused for one moment; then glided away towards the garage. She had not seen David alight; but she knew he must now be in the house.
She waited a few moments, then passed slowly down the stairs.
Oh, lovely and belovèd home of childhood's days!
White and cold, yet striving bravely after complete self-control, Diana crossed the hall, and turned the handle of the library door.
As she entered, David was standing with his back to her, looking up intently at the portrait of Falcon Rivers.