Diana, leaning back in her corner, looked thoughtful. “No,� she said slowly, “I don’t believe I will.�
The doctor slapped Henk again with his loose rein. “Why not?� he asked dispassionately.
She thought a moment, a gleam of mischief deepening in her glance. “For one thing, his eyes are too near together,� she said at last.
“There’s no telling but what you could get them spaced better,� he replied, twinkling; “science is advancing, and so is wireless telegraphy.�
Diana laughed. “Some one will like them as they are,� she said, “and Jacob thinks them handsome.�
“Sleek young cub!� said the doctor, turning in at the gate that led to the old white house with its two wings and its belvedere. “I’d like you to marry a real man, Di.�
Diana leaned her head back in the corner and closed her eyes, as the throbbing pain held her breathless again. Then she smiled. “Dr. Cheyney,� she said, “do you remember the time I cried because you wouldn’t give me the pink capsules?�
“You were seven,� replied the doctor placidly. “I remember. They would have killed you, but you screamed for them; you raised Cain about them.�
“I wanted my own way,� said Diana, “and I want it still. I think I’d better be an old maid.�
Old Henk was jogging up the path, and before the doctor could reply a negro stableman came running breathless, and stopped at the sight of Diana.