"Happy?" he repeated, looking at her. He had avoided her eyes until now.
"Yes."
"Then you have forgotten?"
"One does not forget," said Diana, with again a grave smile. "But I have ceased to look back sorrowfully."
"But—you are married"—
Then light flushed into Diana's face. She understood Evan's allusion.
"Yes," she said,—"to somebody who has my whole heart."
"But—you are married to Mr. Masters?"—he went on incredulously.
"Certainly. And I love my husband with all the strength there is in me to love. I hope your wife will love you as well," she added with another smile, a different one, which was exceedingly aggravating to the young man. No other lips could wreathe so with such a mingling of softness and strength, love, and—yes, happiness. Captain Knowlton had seen smiles like that upon those lips once, long ago; never a brighter or more confident one. He felt unaccountably injured.
"You did not speak so when I saw you last," he remarked.