"But you are not angry?..." Diana whispered.
"O no. Every moment now I see more clearly what I ought to have seen before. I am afraid I have only been foolish, and ... and ... I wanted so to do what seemed the best," with a little break in her voice.
"Of course you did; we all know that," said Diana loyally. "But I saw the mistake quickest, and I couldn't just sit still and do nothing; I am not made that way."
Meryl pressed her arm affectionately.
"Di," she whispered, "I want it all to come right as quickly as possible. I won't ask you any questions. Of course, I know it is you William cares for, and it seems so perfectly natural now that it should be. If you care for him, don't delay anything on my account. It would make me glad to hear that you were engaged to him to-morrow."
Diana pressed the hand in hers. She felt strangely bashful with Meryl to-night; unable to say anything at all. In her heart she was a little shy with herself too. When she started out with a more or less light spirit to change the course of two lives, she had hardly realised how great a mountain she would be moving.
"Do you love him, Di?..." Meryl asked her softly.
"Yes," and Diana felt a little breathless as she made the admission.
"God bless you! I'm very glad." And Meryl took the girl's face in her two hands and kissed her.
Then they went quietly to bed, and Diana knew she had said no word of Carew's coming because she was afraid to.