"I don't know. This is my chance. Tell me now. What have you thought of?"
"I never speak about business on Sunday," said the minister, meeting Diana's frank eyes with a slight smile which was very far from merriment.
"Is this business?"
"Partly of that character."
"I don't know, then," said Diana. "We must take our chance. Thank you,
Mr. Masters."
"May I ask what for?"
"For your kindness."
"I should like to be kind to you," said he. "Now the present practical question, which cannot be put off, Miss Diana, is—how are you going to get home?"
"And you?"
"That is a secondary matter and easily disposed of. I live comparatively near by. It is out of the question that you should drive three miles in this storm."