And this secret, whatever it may be, belongs to the past." "As far as I can see it will be cropping up in the future as well," said Diana ruefully.

"It seems to be a 'continued in our next' kind of mystery." Stair laughed boyishly.
"It should add a zest to life if that's the case," he retorted.
Diana was silent a moment.

Then she said suddenly:-- "Pobs, what am I to do ?" Instantly Stair became grave again.
"My dear, do you love him ?" Diana nodded, her eyes replying.
"Then nothing else matters a straw.

If you love him enough to trust him with the whole of the rest of your life, you can surely trust him over a twopenny-halfpenny little secret which, after all, has nothing in the world to do with you.

If you can't, do you know what it looks like ?" She regarded him questioningly.
"It looks as though you suspected the secret of being a disgraceful one--something of which Max is ashamed to tell you.