"Mr. Marsham will be here directly. He came last night--too late--I would not let him see you. Ah!" She released Diana, and made a rapid step to the window. "There he is!--coming by the fields."
Diana sat down, as though her limbs trembled under her.
"Did you send for him?"
"Yes. You forgive me?"
"Then--he hasn't got my letter."
She said it without looking up, as though to herself.
Mrs. Colwood knelt down beside her.
"It is right he should be here," she said, with energy, almost with command; "it is the right, natural thing."
Diana stooped, mechanically, and kissed her; then sprang up, quivering, the color rushing into her cheeks. "Why, he mayn't even know!" She threw a piteous look at her companion.
"He does know, dear--he does know."