They say Sir James has never got over it." Diana pondered; her eyes dim.
"How one would like to do something for him!--to give him pleasure!" Marsham caressed her hand.
"So you shall, darling.

He shall be one of our best friends.

But he mustn't make Ferrier jealous." Diana smiled happily.

She looked forward to all the new ties of kindred or friendship that Marsham was to bring her--modestly indeed, yet in the temper of one who feels herself spiritually rich and capable of giving.
"I shall love all your friends," she said, with a bright look.

"I'm glad you have so many!" "Does that mean that you've felt rather lonely sometimes?
Poor darling!" he said, tenderly, "it must have been solitary often at Portofino." "Oh no--I had papa." Then her truthfulness overcame her.