And it was to this that Di led me.
She settled me among some fat pillows of old purple and gold brocade, and asked if she should ring and get a little brandy.
"No," I said, "I shall feel better in a few minutes.

It's so nice and cool here." "You look better already!" exclaimed Di.

"Soon, when you've lain and rested awhile, you'll be a different girl." "Ah, how I wish I _could_ be a different girl!" I sighed.

"A strong, well girl, and tall and beautiful, and admired by everyone,--like you--or Maxine de Renzie." "What makes you think of her ?" asked Di, quickly.
"Ivor was just talking to me of her.

You know he calls me his 'pal,' and tells me things he doesn't tell everybody.