"Of course I can go."
"Take my cloak," said Sophie; "the long black one; it's warmer, and the air is cool."
Diana, returning from a conference with Delia, asked, "Where's Betty?"
"Gone for a little ride with Anthony."
"But, Sophie, what will people say—at this hour?"
"I told her to wear my black cloak," said Sophie; "it's less conspicuous, and she was so eager."
Diana stood very still in the darkness. How she coveted the intimacy of the little car! She had ridden so often with Anthony, and he never talked so well as when driving; he never revealed so fully the depth and fineness of his great nature. Would he reveal himself to Bettina? Would he? And was she shut out from his life forever?
She went up-stairs slowly. "You wait for them, Sophie," she said. "I'm tired—it's been a hard day——"
"Poor dear." Sophie stood looking up at her from the foot of the stairs. "I'll come up and rub your head presently."