She felt low-spirited and nervous, in spite of the discovery that her father was alive and well; and indeed the extraordinary events of the last few days were sufficient to upset the strongest mind.
Lucian was leaning back in his chair with closed eyes, for his head was aching with the excitement of the morning.

Suddenly he opened them and jumped up.

At the same time Diana threw open the door with an exclamation, and both of them heard the thin, high voice of a woman, who apparently was coming up the stairs.
"Never mind my name," said the voice, "I'll tell it to Miss Vrain myself.

Take me to her at once." "Lydia!" called Lucian, "and here?
Great heavens! Why does she come here ?" Diana said nothing, but compressed her lips as Lydia, followed by the waiter with the biscuits and wine, came into the room.

She was plainly and neatly dressed, and wore a heavy veil, but seemed greatly excited.
She did not say a word, nor did Diana, until the waiter left the room and closed the door.