Diana, Diana, Diana, would his mind never leave her?
Then as if his thought had brought her, he heard her voice upon the stairs.
"May I come up? I rang, but no one answered."
"The bell is broken." He hurried out into the hall, and watched her ascend, with her arms full of white lilacs, her gray eyes shaded by a white veil thrown back from a broad hat, and around her throat the inevitable string of pearls.
"I've come to bring some of my flowers to your little Betty child, and to get her answer to my note."
She was smiling now, smiling at him, and at Bettina, who had come forward timidly.
Diana laid the lilacs on the table, and drew the girl into her arms. "When shall it be, my dear? It seems such a perfect plan to me. The big house isn't finished. You can't go into it until fall, and I can help you get things ready. What do you think, Anthony?"
"I don't know. I'll leave it to your wisdom."
"Then I am sure it will be best," she responded cheerfully, "and now, why not to-morrow?"
"I haven't anything to wear," Bettina stated, anxiously.