She crossed over and sat on the arm of my chair.
"Are you feeling ill, dear?" she inquired ever so sweetly.
For a moment I nearly gave way; then, with a tremendous effort, I braced back my shoulders.... Diana fell heavily to the floor.
"Darling," I said as I picked her up, "I'm so sorry; I didn't see you were sitting so near the edge. I'm——"
"All right," she replied. "And now what is it? You haven't changed towards me?"
"Diana—I—oh, it's difficult."
"Yes, dear. Go on."
I gazed into the carpet. "I must begin at the beginning. I—it's difficult."
"Yes, dear; we've agreed about that."
"In the first place," I began, "I am a man of the utmost integrity."