"Think what it may mean--Richard's life, perhaps.

No, no, Ruth, dear.

Go on; go on to Zoyland.

I'll follow you in a few minutes." "I'll wait for you," said Ruth with firmness.
At that Diana rose, and in rising staggered.

"Then we'll push on at once," she gasped, as if speech itself were an excruciating effort.
"But you are in no case to stand!" said Ruth.