"Yes. Where my eyes were met by something harder than fate,—it is all broken up, and light, and clear, and I can see through."
"I never used to think you were a fanciful woman," said the minister, eyeing her intently, "but this time I do not quite follow you, Di. I am afraid to take your words for all they may mean."
"But you may."
"What may I?"
"They mean all I say."
"I am sure of that," said he, smiling, though he looked anxious; "but, you see, there is the very point of my difficulty."
"I mean, Basil, that I am out of my bondage,—which I thought never could be broken in this world."
"Out of what bondage, my love?"
Diana paused.
"When I went down to Clifton, to Mrs. Sutphen's, do you know, I could think of nothing but—Evan Knowlton?"