She would accept Charlotte's affection one day with unconcealed pleasure, and revolt against it on the next day as a species of patronage which stung her proud heart to the Quick.
"Keep your pity for people who ask you for it," she had exclaimed once to poor bewildered Charlotte; "I am tired of being consoled and petted.
Go and talk to your prosperous friends, Miss Halliday; I am sick to death of hearing about your new frocks, and your holidays, and the presents your mamma is always bringing you." And then when Charlotte looked at her friend with a sad perplexed face, Diana relented, and declared that she was a wicked discontented creature, unworthy of either pity or affection.
"I have had so much misery in my life, that I am very often inclined to quarrel with happy people without rhyme or reason, or only because they are happy," she said in explanation of her impatient temper.
"But who knows what happiness may be waiting for you in the future, Di ?" exclaimed Miss Halliday.

"You will marry some rich man by-and-by, and forget that you ever knew what poverty was." "I wonder where the rich man is to come from who will marry Captain Paget's daughter ?" Diana asked contemptuously.

"Never mind where he comes from; he will come, depend upon it.

The handsome young prince with the palace by the Lake of Como will come to fall in love with my beautiful Diana, and then she will go and live at Como; and desert her faithful Charlotte, and live happy ever afterwards." "Don't talk nonsense, Lotta," cried Miss Paget.

"You know what kind of fate lies before me as well as I do.