Diana said nothing. She went to the writing-table and began to arrange some letters. Fanny looked at her.
"I say, Diana!--perhaps you won't want me to stay here after--You seem to have taken against me."
Diana turned.
"No," she said, faintly. Then, with a little sob: "I thought of nothing but your coming."
Fanny flushed.
"Well, of course you've been very kind to me--and all that sort of thing. I wasn't saying you hadn't been. Except--Well, no, there's one thing I do think you've been rather nasty about!"
The girl threw back her head defiantly.
Diana's pale face questioned her.
"I was talking to your maid yesterday," said Fanny, slowly, "and she says you're going to stay at some smart place next week, and you've been getting a new dress for it. And you've never said a word to me about it--let alone ask me to go with you!"
Diana looked at her amazed.