"I wish I could never see him again!" sighed Diana.
"You can send him away, I should think."
"I can't, till he asks my leave to stay. And I am so tired. He came to take me to church this morning; and I ran away before it was time to go."
"You cannot be disposed of against your will, Miss Diana."
"I seem to have so little will now. Sometimes I am almost ready to be afraid mother and he together will tire me out. Nothing seems to matter any more."
"That would be a great mistake."
"Yes!"—said Diana, getting up from her chair and looking out towards the storm with a despairing face;—"people make mistakes sometimes. Mr. Masters, you must think me very strange—but I trust you—and I wanted help so much"—
"And I have not given you any."
"You would if you could."
"And I will if I can. I have thought of more than I have spoken. When can I see you again, to consult further? It must be alone."