Oh, I am afraid, Diana!" "Afraid of what ?" asked Diana.

"Afraid of what ?" And she came to Ruth and set an arm in comfort about her shoulders.
"Afraid that Mr.Wilding might reach the Duke in time to be destroyed with him," her cousin answered.

"Such a warning could but hasten on the blow." Lady Horton begged to be enlightened, and was filled with horror when--from Diana--enlightenment was hers.

Her sympathies were all with the handsome Monmouth, for he was beautiful and should therefore be triumphant; poor Lady Horton never got beyond externals.

That her nephew and Sir Rowland, whom she had esteemed, should be leagued in this dastardly undertaking against that lovely person horrified her beyond words.