"What do you want to do, Diana?"
"Right"—she said, gasping, without looking up.
"I am sure of it!" he said tenderly. "Well, then—the only way is, to go on and do right, Diana."
"But how can I? how shall I? Suppose he comes? O Basil, it was all a mistake; he wrote, and mother kept back the letters, and I never got them; he sent them, and I never got them; and I thought he was not true and it did not matter what I did, and I honoured you above everything, Basil—and so—and so—I did what I did"—
"What cannot be undone."
"No—" she said, shivering.
He passed his hands again over her soft hair, and bent down and kissed it.
"You honour yourself, too, Diana, as well as me."
"Yes—" she said, under breath.
"And you honour our God, who has let all this come upon us both?"