"Sit, Diana, sit." "Either you go on alone or I go with you, but go at once you must.

At any moment Mr.Wilding may go forth, and your chance is lost.

I'll not have Richard's blood upon my head." Ruth wrung her hands in her dismay, confronted by a parlous choice.
Consent to Diana's accompanying her in this condition she could not; ride on alone to Mr.Wilding's house was hardly to be thought of, and yet if she delayed she was endangering Richard's life.

By the very strength of her nature she was caught in the mesh of Diana's scheme.
She saw that her hesitation was unworthy.

This was no ordinary cause, no ordinary occasion.