Their eyes followed that astounding flight, but their thoughts were with a man whose mornings were spent not in the golden radiance of the upper air, but in the bare blackness of an operating room.
Suddenly Diana spoke sharply. "If I have lost him, Sophie, what shall I do?"
"What do all women do," said Sophie, still gazing with rapt face up into the heavens, "what do all women do who lose the men they love? They pray for courage, Diana, and for strength—and then—and then they fight as best they can until the end—Diana."
CHAPTER IV
WHITE LILACS
"Isn't it dear of her to ask me?"
"Very." Anthony took the note which Bettina handed him. In his desk were many letters written on the gray paper with the silver monogram. Subconsciously he realized that he ought to destroy them, but there was time enough for that.
"She says she wants me to stay with her all summer; do you think I ought?"