Mr. Masters started, and asked what she meant.
"I mean just that," said Diana. "I must go away Basil, help me!"
"Help you, my child?" said he; "I will help you all I can. But sit down, Diana; you are not able to stand. Why do you want to go away?"
"I must."
"Where do you wish to go?"
"I do not know. I do not care. Anywhere."
"You have no plan?"
"No; only to get away."
"Why, Diana?" he said very tenderly. "Is it necessary?"
"Yes, Basil. I must go."