“Who gave it to my love?”
“Was it not you?”—says she in quick alarm— “ ’Twas in a box and I thought it one of your numberless generous gifts.”
He shook his head smiling—
“Some less happy adorer. My girl shan’t wear it until we know its history.”
He sent for the wrappings and she stood at his shoulder to see. Presently he looked up gravely—
“I know the sender. You shall wear it. ’Twas a generous motion.”
“May I know, your Grace!”
“Better not,” he says sighing. “ ’Twas a lady of my family, Di, I say no more.”
She also said no more, but claspt her hand about the cross.
Was their life happy? The Duke declared to himself and to his best friend that he had never known happiness before. The uncertainties and doubts past, Diana’s youth and joy overflowed the house with sunshine. Her voice filled it with harmony as of the crystal spheres, her beauty bloomed like a summer rose.