"It isn't my head," Diana answered over her shoulder.
"Poor dear," said Sophie again, softly, and saw with anxious eyes the droop of the ascending figure in the white gown.
An hour later Bettina came.
"We rode across the causeway, and down the shore drive. It was beautiful and Anthony is going to take me again. It's been such a lovely, lovely day, Mrs. Martens."
All the doubts of the early evening had been swept away, and Bettina was triumphantly happy.
When they reached the second floor, she stopped outside of Diana's room.
"Good-night, dear lady," she called softly, with her lips against the door.
"Good-night," came faintly, then after a moment, "dear child."
But Diana did not open the door.