"Of course, if you must, you must, Betty, but I should have thought after all Diana has gone through, you would have stayed with her. You have always been so much to each other."
How he hurt me, as if I wouldn't do anything in the world for Diana; but I must go home.
"David," I said in desperation, "I must go. If I promise to come back directly, you won't misunderstand my going?"
"I'll try to understand, Betty, that you have some very strong reason for going back."
"Thank you, David," I said.
"But," he continued, "you must tell Diana yourself."
I went to her room, where she was lying down. "Diana, darling," I said, "I want very much to go home, if only for a day."
"Of course, Betty, you must go. But don't look so distressed. I must have been selfish if I gave you the impression that I would not let you go. It is only that I love so having you, you are such a rock, and oh! it seems like some awful and terrible dream we have been through, doesn't it? Sara asked for her darling bunny today. Think what that means! Darling Betty, I pray that some great happiness may come to you some day. I begin to believe that the greatest joys come through the greatest sorrows."
"Don't, Diana," I whispered. "I can't bear you to be too kind. I suppose it's all we've been through, but I feel."
"I know, Betty," she whispered. "I lie here too tired to do anything but thank God. I ache with thankfulness, for you among other blessings. Come back soon."