like this ?" He bent his head.
"None--unless you can have faith.

There can be no happiness for us without that." He took a sudden step towards her.
"Oh, my dear, my dear! I love you so!" Diana began to cry softly--helpless, pathetic, weeping, like a child's.
"And--and I thought we were so happy," she sobbed.

"Now it's all spoiled and broken.

And you've spoilt it!" "Don't!" he said unsteadily.

"Don't cry like that.