Diana smiled. 'It was indeed a voice to startle delicate apparitions! So do roar Hyrcanean tigers. Pyramus and Thisbe—slaying lions! One of your ghosts carried a loaf of bread, and dropped it in fright; one carried a pound of fresh butter for home consumption. They were in the churchyard for one in passing to kneel at her father's grave and kiss his tombstone.'
She bowed her head, forgetful of her guard.
The pause presented an opening. Redworth left his chair and walked to the mantelpiece. It was easier to him to speak, not facing her.
'You have read Lady Dunstane's letter,' he began.
She nodded. 'I have.'
'Can you resist her appeal to you?'
'I must.'
'She is not in a condition to bear it well. You will pardon me, Mrs.
Warwick . . .'
'Fully! Fully!'
'I venture to offer merely practical advice. You have thought of it all, but have not felt it. In these cases, the one thing to do is to make a stand. Lady Dunstane has a clear head. She sees what has to be endured by you. Consider: she appeals to me to bring you her letter. Would she have chosen me, or any man, for her messenger, if it had not appeared to her a matter of life and death? You count me among your friends.'