Diana picked him up. "Think of it, Peter," she said, in her thrilling voice; "you're going to live up the road with me for all the rest of your life—in Anthony's house, and I am going to live there, too."
Sophie gasped. "Oh, has it come to that?"
"It has come to everything that means happiness," Diana answered. "Let's go up-stairs, Sophie, where we can talk."
As they entered the house Delia came to meet them. Her face lacked its usual beaming welcome. "Oh, my dear," she said, "I'm glad to see you so much better, but it is a sad errand which has brought you."
"Sad—what do you mean, Delia?"
The two women exchanged glances, and Sophie faltered, "Didn't you get my telegram, Diana?"
"Telegram—no, I've heard nothing."
"It's Justin. He's dreadfully hurt. His air-ship fell, and Anthony has him at Harbor Light."
She sketched the details. "Betty is there. Anthony won't let any one see him. But he thinks Betty should be within call."
"Oh, Sophie, is it as bad as that——?"