"Does my unhappiness count for nothing?
I'm paying too.

God knows, I wish we had never met." Never to have met! Not to have known all that those months of friendship and a single hour of love had held! The words brought a sudden awakening to Diana--a new, wonderful knowledge that, cost what they might in bitterness and future pain, she would rather bear the cost than know her life emptied of those memories.
She had ceased crying.

After a few moments she spoke with a gentle, wistful composure.
"I was wrong, Max.

You're not to blame--you couldn't help it any more than I could." "I might have gone away--kept away from you," he said tonelessly.
A faint, wintry little smile curved her lips.
"I'm glad you didn't." "Diana!" He sprang forward impetuously.

"Do you mean that ?" She nodded slowly.
"Yes.