Again he was silent for a long time, lost in thought. At last, "And when do you think I should say this to Meryl?"
"It will not be any easier through waiting. Why not to-night?"
Again he was silent, and something in the air, some secret, veiled magnetism, told Diana whither his thoughts were tending, and her cheeks grew hot in spite of herself.
"If I speak to Meryl to-night, and she decrees that the engagement shall end, will you promise to ride this way to-morrow morning?"
"What for?" trying to speak with nonchalance.
"To answer the question I asked you just now."
"Which question? I have forgotten it."
"I will ask it again to-morrow."
"But why all this mystery?... Ask me now. I will answer it if I can."
"I would rather wait until to-morrow. Come, you have said all you wanted to say to me. Let me have my turn now." And she knew that his eyes, sharpened by love, were reading things she had scarcely yet admitted to herself.