There was nothing there.
So he gave what news of Marion Vincent he had to give.

She was still in Bethnal Green working at her inquiry, often very ill, but quite indomitable.

As soon as Parliament began she had promised to do some secretarial work for Marsham on two or three mornings a week.
"I saw her last week," said Marsham.

"She always asks after you." "I am so glad! I fell in love with her.

Surely"-- Diana hesitated--"surely--some day--she will marry Mr.Frobisher ?" Marsham shook his head.
"I think she feels herself too frail." Diana remembered that little scene of intimacy--of tenderness--and Marsham's words stirred about her, as it were, winds of sadness and renunciation.