“Why so?”
“Because goddesses never marry.”
Lawrence Newt’s head disappeared.
CHAPTER LXIV. — DIANA.
“Good-morning, Miss Hope.”
“Good-morning, Mr. Merlin.”
He bowed and seated himself, and the conversation seemed to have terminated. Hope Wayne was embroidering. The moment she perceived that there was silence she found it very hard to break it.
“Are you busy now?” said she.