I confess I did not share in his views to any extent; why should I when life meant such a glorious vision to me, with Hildegarde to crown it?
Robbins had gone back for the rest, carrying out my plan that we keep together to meet the worst, whatever it might be.
I sincerely hoped he would be careful, for his loss would give me a fearful shock, so much did I depend upon his presence, this man who had met danger in every guise, and knew how to wring victory out of seeming defeat.
Diana cried out no more.
She had exhausted herself.
When one faces such terrors the long-continued strain is apt to bring about contempt from familiarity, or else utter silence from a lack of ability to find further expression.
That was the poor girl’s case.
She had already experienced the terrors of a thousand deaths, and when the real one came it would perhaps be less horrible than any of those that only existed in the imagination.
Well, we were not yet at the last gasp, and who could say what good luck might befall us?
I was bent on cheering them all I could.